I wish I was a bookshelf sometimes
So I can know all of what you know
So I can save myself from the unknown
With cold feet under
I’ll walk with you
I’ll walk with you, walk with you
There isn’t a fire
Warm desire
Warm desire
Warm desire
The sand on the shore
Not hot anymore
I’ve learned to walk
We’ve learned to talk
As if it was our first time
As if we lost no time