I hate the cold air that's all around me.
It's in everything and I can't get free.
I try to find warmth in the little things I do.
And sometimes I feel it but only with you.
The fire in your voice is your protection.
The ice in mine is my destruction.
I can't escape the blizzard inside.
No matter where I try to hide.
Your words sooth me when you speak.
Your touch always makes me feel weak.
You're the sun that breaks through my clouds.
You're voice is all I hear out of these endless sounds.
My words send chills up your spine.
My touch always makes you feel devine.
I'm your first snowflake on Christmas eve.
I know your the one that won't walk out and leave.
