Lights flicker on the wet street
First frost kisses the car windows
I am the man with cold hands
Parking lot empty, just you and stars
Your breath paints mist around your smile
You laugh, draw hearts into the ice
Our night stays on the car hoods
Baby, dance with me in the first frost
Warm skin, even though the street freezes
Your hands are my little fire
Stay with me until the morning thaws
Sirens far away, here it is only quiet
Your jacket smells like sweet night
Every breath makes the windows white
Baby, dance with me in the first frost
Warm skin, even though the street freezes
Your hands are my little fire
Stay with me until the morning thaws
Sunrise melts the cold night
But what we felt stays inside me
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