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
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same
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
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same