Ice, soften though I crave
Often how we fought for that
Inside, part of me has died
But I haven't photographs

Could love keep us from changing
Could love keep us from fucking this up
Could love

In time, we won't recognize
The underlying sentiment
Folk stories of our lives
And frozen black and white portraits

Could love keep us from changing
Could love keep us from fucking this up
Could love

Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up
Baby, I don't want to, want to give it up