Your hands are so cold, my love,
Beneath these leafless winter trees.
Your lips are ocean blue, my love,
And have now ceased to call my name.
Its so cold out here,
And I cant seem to see.
Its so very cold out here,
So please, dont fall asleep.
The stars wont give us heat, my love,
And the sun is far away.
The night is black as pitch, my love,
No sign of a coming day.
Its so cold out here,
And I cant seem to see.
Its so very cold out here,
So please, dont fall asleep.
Your hair is white with frost, my love,
Your skin is Alabaster.
Ill sit here in the cleansing, my love,
Til the angels come to find us.
Its so cold out here,
And I cant seem to see.
Its so very cold out here,
So please, dont fall asleep.
dont fall asleep,
dont fall asleep,
Its so cold in here.
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