There's a hand that I long to hold,
pale and cold as the first fall of snow.
I'll keep it warm and hold it against my chest
for you to feel that thump that you impressed.
Absorb my heat, I wont complain,
for we shall share this burden to fade.
I dream to hold that hand so long
and held it still 'til the ends of songs.
Will you take this hand I share,
til we come of age and start anew from there?
