You're the only one more close to me, than the cold that owns my hands.
This cold has proven itself to me, just how lonely life can get.
Even though I still dream to see that smile I have missed.
It all reminds me just how far away two souls can get.
I've been wrong, but I'd give anything for a second chance.
If it means that I could have a glimpse into your eyes again at last.
If your fingertips could melt the chill that's become my life,
with that touch as molten as the sun that ends each night...
My whisper leaves its frozen moment over your skin with chills.
So to tell your lips one more time, just how they make me feel.
Holding you as close one more time, with eyes closed inside my arms.
Keeping hold on that memory of you holding ba, to keep me warm.