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 - 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