She lays there, I move in closer
I take my time, no one’s around
And through my cold reflective mirror
Her hand is warm, her body is sound
And through her gaping bedroom window
The sky is gray, a threat of snow
I gather all her quilts and blankets
I throw them on to keep her warm
So pure
I’m sure
I’ll use my arms
To keep her warm
And in the future we walk through our place
The carpet is white, our shoes are off
We’re led away by soft lit candles
To one knee, I’ve had enough
I do, do you
So pure
I’m sure
I’ll use my arms
To keep her warm
What is love
What is love
Tell me what is love
What is love
So pure
I’m sure
I’ll use my arms
To keep her warm
She’s so pure
I’m sure
I’ll use my arms
To keep her warm