I miss the cold and yellow mornings I am I am I am glued to your side (222) Two degrees down under 40 Find me find me find me frozen in ice But you warm me softly with your eyes But you warm me softly as we rise But if you were gone I'd hate (whoo) But if you were gone I'd hate this But if you were gone I'd hate hate this But if you were gone I'd hate hate hate But if you were gone I'd hate this