We sat on our coats,
that kept each other warmer
than we've ever been.
The sound of this commotion,
is a knife for my air
that cut in so deep.
I'm breathing for the both of us.
My hands are impaired
and reaching for your heart.
The sound of this desception,
was a knife for my tongue
and speaking forlorn.
Now you're breathing for the both of us.
These are eyes only to touch.
Now you're breathing for the both of us.