.Warm breath on a winter window
He writes her name, on the glass, itâs Tuesday morning
In a quiet little street, in a home kept tidy and neat
Is a messy room where two tangled bodies wake from sleep
He puts his hand on her face, and gently begins to trace
The outline of her lips, she.
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