One, two, three, four

Days dedicated to the thought of being through
And I just want to lay in bed with you
And admit that I'm so tired of everything I do
But with you, but with you
It was new

And I can't stop thinking of the moon
Or the nights I saw your breath in the room
So draw a line within the snow
Between what you thought and what you know
And in that space, I'll build a home and I'll wait

If this fire goes out, I will keep you warm the best I can
I'll throw everything I have into the flames
Just to make it last