I hear the snow plows scraping outside, sending sparks over these streets of ice, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights. Late shift let out early tonight, it’s just me and a half bottle of wine, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights.
I would hold you up on the ice, watch your breath rise up to the streetlights, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights. Turn the furnace up to 63, get under blankets and turn down the TV, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights.
If I could do it again, you know I’d do it all over again, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights. Darling, when we combine, we’re like salt and ice, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights.
