Salted Chips
Style: Blues slow dance

[Verse 1]
Breath goes up in little clouds
Newspaper folded, we're not in crowds
Cold hands, warm paper, nothing rare
Tilly, I'd stand freezing anywhere

[Pre-chorus]
The chip shop light hums soft and low
You lean in closer, out of the cold
Something's building, I can feel it show

[Chorus]
Tilly, you're the warmest thing I know
Chillier out, but you don't let it show
Tilly, hold the paper, hold my hand
This is all I ever really planned

[Verse 2]
You blow on chips to cool them down
Laugh a little, steal my scarf, my crown
Steam goes up between the streetlamp glow
You're the only place I want to go

[Bridge]
No candles, no big speech tonight
Just vinegar steam and you in the light
This is the whole of it, plain and true

[Chorus]
Tilly, you're the warmest thing I know
Chillier out, but you don't let it show
Tilly, hold the paper, hold my hand
This is all I ever really planned

[Outro]
Our breath still rising, slow and small
Tilly, you're the warmest of it all

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