Arborists - Windchill Lyrics

It's cold out
The windchill isn't chillskers
But
I can hold out
It's only a half hour to yours and
I can hold you
Ahh
We can sit and we can talk
But we don't have to

The street's hard
My feet are tired
Bones ache
But, eh, I'll be OK
In ten minutes ill be home
And I can hold you
We can reminisce, and look at stars but
Y'know
We don't have to

And here's the door
Paint faded, chipping round the latch
But it's OK
Cause now I'm home
Shoes off
And I can hold you
Warmth welling in my heart
Because
I have you