Today our eyes caught the fog cradling the trees
step by step we glided over asphalt
your arm kept the chill from nipping at me
pulling me closer your warmth melted the cold slipping
under my sweatshirt and down my sleeves
but your touch permeates just below my skin
that's not saying much, it's always been so paper thin
and I can still feel winter in my bones
the more you try the less strain you show
the colder I get, the need to make your love my home
melts in my fingers and to tell you the truth
I think I preferred the snow.