Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me 
The curtains drawn, the winter sun makes patterns on your face 
It looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing exercise 
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same 
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same 

Baby, won’t you breathe? 
Baby, won’t you breathe? 

Hold me in your freezing arms before we have to go 
I wince a little but it’s not because I know the truth 
The windshield of your little car is frosted through the glass 
A clear heart of air appears as we shiver on the seats 
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same 
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same 

Treat it as a test, treat it as a test 
Baby, won’t you breathe? 
Baby, won’t you breathe? 
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same 
It’s the same, it’s the same, it’s the same