Maybe somewhere else will not be
half as cold as me
The curtains drawn, the winter sun
makes patterns on your face
It looks like some kalidescopic
breathing exercise

It's the same
It's the same
It's the same...

Baby, won't you breathe?
Baby, won't you breathe?

Hold me in your freezing arms
before we have to go
I wince a little but it's not
because I know the truth
The wind-shield of your little car
is frosted through the glass
A clear heart of air appears
as we shiver on the seats

It's the same
It's the same
It's the same...

Treat it as a test
Treat it as a test

Baby, won't you breathe?
Baby, won't you breathe?

It's the same
It's the same
It's the same...