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My palm is flat against the cooling wall,
The clock is ticking down across the hall,
And I'm still wrapped in everything you gave,
The only heat this house can ever save.
At 3 AM the heaters start to moan,
I curl my feet beneath the winter sheet.
The house is breathing quiet and alone,
I miss the way you carried all the heat.
Your touch was like an ember in the cold,
That turned the winter ice into pure gold.
You'd break a piece of bread and give me half,
And make the smallest moment worth a laugh.
My palm is flat against the cooling wall,
The clock is ticking down across the hall,
I long for that simple human heat,
That made the whole night feel complete.
My palm is flat against the cooling wall,
The clock is ticking down across the hall,
And I'm still wrapped in everything you gave,
The only heat this house can ever save.
Your touch was like an ember in the cold,
That turned the winter ice into pure gold.
You'd break a piece of bread and give me half,
And make the smallest moment worth a laugh.
My palm is flat against the cooling wall,
The clock is ticking down across the hall,
I long for that simple human heat,
That made the whole night feel complete.
My palm is flat against the cooling wall,
The clock is ticking down across the hall,
And I'm still wrapped in everything you gave,
The only heat this house can ever save.
