LYRIC

She keeps looking up and says,
"The sky is assembling an army."
I hold her closer and push her hair out of her face.
"There's nothing to fear unless
They start shooting. "
And I remember why this cold was worth your kisses.

"Don't you think it's a pretty night to watch your own breath?"
So I open my mouth and blow into the frost
To let out all the ghosts.

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