Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me

The curtains drawn, the winter sun makes patterns on your face

It looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing exercise

It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same

It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same

Baby, won’t you breathe?

Baby, won’t you breathe?

Hold me in your freezing arms before we have to go

I wince a little but it’s not because I know the truth

The windshield of your little car is frosted through the glass

A clear heart of air appears as we shiver on the seats

It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same

It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same

Treat it as a test, treat it as a test

Baby, won’t you breathe?

Baby, won’t you breathe?

It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same

It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same