1, 2, 3, 4 Days dedicated to the thought of being through And I just want to lay in bed with you And admit that I'm so tired of everything I do But, with you, but, with you It was new And I can't stop thinking of the moon Or the nights I saw your breath in the room So, draw a line within the snow Between what you thought and what you know And, in that space, I'll build a home and I'll wait If this fire goes out, I will keep you warm The best I can I'll throw everything I have into the flames just to make it last