With the snow beneath the bottoms we've grown colder with no direct way for our beat My hand in yours with reading glasses I'm relearning the curve to sync You give me sun soaking in all of the great and heated ways I just can't think of anyone else I'd rather let twist Even after all I can't let it go so instead I'll keep on until I can't no more So my love with that in mind One day at a time I'll learn all the new ways I work so I can love you the way it was meant to be Then one day at the perfect time our hearts will hopefully beat in sync once more again