It was a chill October morning
I distinctly remember it was 38 degrees
'Cause I laughed when you said
We were six degrees separated from our first freeze
Your cheeks were red
I could barely feel my hands
And the morning light was streaming
Through the thin spots in our plans
You kissed me without warning
Your pure desperation it was blistering and bright
But I could sense the precipice
Lurking just beyond the limits of my sight
But I held on
To your gloved hands
And the morning light was dazzling
It was more than I could stand