She Keeps Looking Up And Says,
"The Sky Is Assembling An Army."
I Hold Her Closer And Push Her Hair Out Of Her Face.
"There's Nothing To Fear Unless
They Start Shooting."
And I Remember Why This Cold Was Worth Your Kisses.

"Don't You Think It's A Pretty Night To Watch Your Own Breath?"
So I Open My Mouth And Blow Into The Frost
To Let Out All The Ghosts