Emotions coordinate with velvet Sensitive to the touch Warm to the heart You can never pull the two apart I oughta keep a hold of my helmet Before I go falling for your stunts
I won't stay waiting for the snow Instead I'll pray you'll meet me under this miseltoe I will always think your Gold even without a show All I ask is stop making me look like a fool
You hold my hand like glass You kiss me with no pressure to the lips You make me think we won't last You have put me where I'm frozen at my hips