And you're about to make me pay
For something that I did wrong today
You look at me like it's ten degrees
And it's obvious your minds made up
Sorry won't be quite enough
There's a cold font on its way, on its way
I can feel it in your touch words
That you don't say, you don't say
And they're leaving me frozen
I hope this storm can move along
Precautions that we didn't take
Conditions that we never made
There's a cold font on its way, on its way
I can feel it in your touch words
That you don't say, you don't say
And they're leaving me frozen
If I could wish winter away
When I see that look I know
So vivid now, I know this will fade