Maybe if I twist my cigarette a little more,
I can shift the world.

Maybe if I can just look you in the eye,
I can let you in my mind.

Maybe if you touch my hand a little bit,
the snow would melt off my fingertips.

My skin is a little chilly, ice-ridden,
you might just get frost-bitten.

But the fire in your eyes,
tells me where your intentions lie.

I'm in the mood for someone,
someone like you.