Frozen to the Line
Style: Irish air

[Verse 1]
Two pillowcases turn in the cold
Slow circles, nothing to prove
I stood there watching, waiting for you
Learning the shape of how I move

[Pre-chorus]
The denim's frozen stiff on the line
Cold has a way of holding tight
And I keep finding, thing after thing

[Chorus]
Silas, you're the warm in my hands
Even the frost can't touch what's true
Nothing about us needs to be planned
I'd stand out here all day for you

[Verse 2]
The wind keeps working at what we hung
Nothing gives, nothing comes undone
You laughed at how the collars had froze
Like something stubborn, like something won

[Pre-chorus]
The denim's frozen stiff on the line
Cold has a way of holding tight
And I keep finding, thing after thing

[Chorus]
Silas, you're the warm in my hands
Even the frost can't touch what's true
Nothing about us needs to be planned
I'd stand out here all day for you

[Bridge]
Some loves shout, some loves rush
But ours just hangs here, quiet and slow
Not every good thing needs a fuss
Some things just stay, and that's how I know

[Chorus]
Silas, you're the warm in my hands
Even the frost can't touch what's true
Nothing about us needs to be planned
I'd stand out here all day for you

[Outro]
The pillowcases still turn in the cold
But I'm not standing out here alone

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