Maybe somewhere else will not be

half as cold as me.

The curtains drawn, the winter sun,

makes patterns on your face.

It looks like some kalidescopic

breathing exercise.



It's the same x6



Baby, won't you breathe?

Baby, won't you breathe?



Hold me in your freezing arms

before we have to go.

I wince a little but it's not,

because I know the truth.

The wind-shield of your little car

is frosted through the glass.

A clear heart of air appears

as we shiver on the seats.



It's the same x6



Treat it as a test.

Treat it as a test.



Baby, won't you breathe?

Baby, won't you breathe?



It's the same x6