On a window pane so cold,
Whispers of a winter's stroll,
Your hand leaves a fleeting trace,
In our secret, frozen place.
Humming softly in the night,
Stars above, a quiet light,
Dreams collect like falling snow,
In the scribbles, love will grow.
Mmm-mmm, da-da-da,
Frosted tales we’ve drawn so far,
In every line, a melody,
Winter’s song in harmony.
Frozen letters write our fate,
In the glass, a chilly slate,
Morning sun will make them flee,
But our love remains a spree.
Doodles of an icy dream,
Moonlit lines that softly gleam,
Ephemeral yet they stay,
In heartbeats that never sway.
Mmm-mmm, da-da-da,
Frosted tales we’ve drawn so far,
In every line, a melody,
Winter’s song in harmony.