It’s cold.
You can press your finger on the window
And you’re warmth is so gold
As you suck out the 0° below.

So far away
Yet I felt you  
So close today
Like you were next to me, it’s true.

Last night I felt you next to me
I even said your name
Because I thought you would see
And nothing will ever be the same

Lastly I woke
And you were near me last night
I wish you could have my hair in strokes
But you were my knight.