I wouldn't call this much of a song,
But a letter, yes another,
No worries it won't be long.
It never hit me until you began to board your plane,
Everything I do, leads back to you.
It's cold outside, but I'm never afraid,
It's warm in your arms, something I look forward to everyday.
I would never say this to your face,
In fear of breaking us apart,
You tend to be distant sometimes,
And I am too sensitive,
It's cold outside,
But I know I can count on you to keep me warm.
