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I watch you pacing and counting your steps as you go
There is a feeling of a storm coming from the north
From miles away
Here comes the cold
These frozen hands
Won't let you go
I see you shaking and shivering, worried of the worst to come
By now you're gripping and holding on, so you won't come undone
From miles away, yeah
Here comes the cold
These frozen hands
Won't let you go
You can't escape from what scares you the most
The satisfaction of knowing what to toss away or to hold close
Why is it so hard to say hold
me
Why is it so hard to say I
need
you
to
hold
me
I'm still shaking off the cold
From miles away, yeah
Here comes the cold
These frozen hands
Won't let you go
Hold me
I'm still shaking off the cold
Shaking off the cold