Same 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.