What The Cold In My Bones Is Telling Me Lyrics

When I was little, I found that in a certain frame or light

Snow can look an awful lot like shooting stars

So maybe the cold months aren't so bad

And I hope you'll stay with me through the winter

It's likely you'll seek a safer place in the storm outside

In order to escape how cold I've grown to be

It's not my fault

Sometimes, I'll want to drive in the middle of the night

And watch the snowflakes rush at me like so many misled embers

And try to remember save as many kisses for when it's warmer

Disregarding the fact that shooting stars are not stars

That if I turned off my headlights, I couldn't see what I'm headed for

And that you do not love me

I want you strapped in beside me so I can remember to keep my eyes on the road

And you can count every frozen anomaly for me as they melt on the windshield

Remind me later

And I will quietly wish for each of them to have the same mass as a car

Or maybe that we're traveling through space like they do in the movies

It depends on the day

It's not my fault

But please, don't speak

Don't speak of god or the infinite space between us or ponder if they are one and the same

Or say something clever about the snow, how all these kisses are wasted on glass

Don't think of how terribly romantic it would be

If our law of lips and tongues caused us to crash

Don't try to get to know me better when it's too cold to get out of bed

It's not your fault I don't want to let you in

Because I bargained for a savior when we first traded smiles

And what I saw scared me half to death