Kinda real
ain't it, ain't it
with the lights so low

We jus' as new
as the canvas
paint it, paint it
with lights left low

Take my hand, baby
squeeze, squeeze the tremble
till it slows, it slows

Leave your doubts
while you paint
I go to mend
with the fresh new snow

The long black one
that the scarves love too
A smile at
the moon's tilt

Whacha lookin' at
ya old Cupid?
So, so ya already know

An old locket
in my pocket
gonna fill with snow

Lay the brush
in the locket
and paint our brand new glow

Everytime
when I feel you
let's just leave



the lights on low...