Warm Hands, Diane
Style: Synth ballad

[Verse 1]
Grease-stained bag against my palms
The fryer light still burning low
You laughed and passed the warmth across
Nowhere else I'd rather go

[Pre-chorus]
Some things stay long after
The steam has left the air
I keep coming back to you

[Chorus]
Diane, you're the warmth I hold onto
Cold hands finding you again
Simple as that bag between us
Nothing complicated, just Diane

[Verse 2]
Years could pass or just a night
It wouldn't change what this became
You made the ordinary bright
Turned a street corner to terrain

[Chorus]
Diane, you're the warmth I hold onto
Cold hands finding you again
Simple as that bag between us
Nothing complicated, just Diane

[Bridge]
I don't need the grand refrain
No champagne, no bright arcane design
Just your hand, steady through the rain
Just this quiet love of mine

[Chorus]
Diane, you're the warmth I hold onto
Cold hands finding you again
Simple as that bag between us
Nothing complicated, just Diane

[Outro]
Still that same warmth in my hands
Still you, Diane, still you

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