In the crowd outside since December no snow
I follow you through the queue
You stroke your fingers lightly against mine cheek
And in a moment when everything stands still
So I get a chance to see all that I never said
So I get a chance to give you everything you never had
But I'm a coward
There is a simple answer you're warm when I'm cold
You take up so little space I take everything
I press my lips together tt against your neck
I ask, Cry of? Of tastes salt
You gave me a chance to say
All the things I never said
You gave me a chance to give you
All the things I never give you
And the small words are difficult words
And the heard words are simple words
And I got the chance you gave me the chance
But now it's too late, now it's too late
The small words Are difficult words
And the words heard are simple words
And I got the chance you gave me the chance
But now now It's too late, now it's too late

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