When do I start? When do I break the ice? When will I know? When will I know it's safe? I'll bide your time but it's so slow. You're writing an adagio when I could be everything, everything to you, everything, everything to you. Everything, everything to you, everything, everything to you. We stand in the snow, but I can't feel the cold. Your lips are like ice, maybe like ice, they'll break. I'll bide your time but it's so slow. You're writing an adagio when I could be everything, everything to you, everything, everything to you. Everything, everything to you, everything, everything to you. Everything, everything