Touch

Ice on her lashes, cold midnight eyes Winter became her, lost in the tide Ice on her lashes, heat in her hair Glowing embers melting her stare So it goes, Can't stop feeling we might light up So it goes Can't stop feeling drawn by your touch So it goes Close to the fire, flickering slow Seasons unwinding, blooms from the snow So it goes, Can't stop feeling we might light up So it goes Can't stop feeling drawn by your touch So it goes Can't stop feeling we might light up So it goes Can't stop feeling drawn by your touch So it goes So it goes So it goes So it goes So it goes