The days get shorter, colder, faster, every corner sharp Gradually less gradual, the shadows grow We should both know by now But we've pulled through the coldest nights before And we'll pull through a thousands more What we share gives off such heat, from behind our eyes Through our hands and our feet Biting at our skin, these eyes always tear up And every inch of the ground we break Gets frozen fast But we make every second last In the back of our minds, we struggle to find On the tip of my tongue, we are still so young So long