My, I'm cold, so cold I feel/see the breath from my lungs
There it is: blue.
The night is dark, my skin is doomed...
Doomed to turn the same blue.
Here come in close, wear me like a winter jacket
What do we know but this?
Hold out your hands, I'll breathe on them and place mine over.
What do we have but this?
My, you're cold, so cold
Come feel the warmth of my touch, You.
The days were long when I saw you,
Found you warming me - and now I you.
Here come in close, wear me like a winter jacket
What do we know but this?
Hold out your hands, I'll breathe on them and place mine over.
What do we have but this?
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