Kan bare huske jeg tog hans hånd da min hånd frøs,
og da jeg ville give slip, holdte han ved
Så hvorfor er det at når jeg ringer når mit sind fryser,
at han kun tager den, for at lægge på igen

Alright; I’ll write you a poem
Although, you never asked for one
But it caught your interest once
And forever
You held onto mine
You’ll never read it
Never even see it
But I’ll write you a poem
For it caught your interest once
And forever
You held onto mine