Frost Pressed

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nPalm pressed.\nCold chest.\nThree a.m. train.\nAgainst the pane.\nThe frost grows.\nNobody knows.\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nBreath... (hah)\nWhite... (hah)\nSlowly catching... (hah)\nThe light.\n\n[Chorus]\nStreetlights bleed.\nA quiet need.\nMoments slip.\nLosing the grip.\nUnnameable grief.\nSo sharp and brief.\nBefore they go.\nInto the snow.\n\n[Hook]\n(B-blur... red)\n(W-word... said)\n(G-ghost... led)\n\n[Verse]\nHarpsichord cracks.\nOn the tracks.\nWarped and thin.\nLetting it in.\nSmall things fade.\nIn the shade.\nA flicker of gold.\nTurning to cold.\n\n[Chorus]\nStreetlights bleed.\nA quiet need.\nMoments slip.\nLosing the grip.\nUnnameable grief.\nSo sharp and brief.\nBefore they go.\nInto the snow.\n\n[Bridge]\nModular pulse.\nSoft convulse.\nGlass breaks.\nThe heart aches.\nPolymetric ghost.\nWhat I need most.\nStuttering breath.\nA little death.\n\n[Breakdown]\n(Mmm... mmm...)\n(Ti-ti-time...)\n(S-s-slip...)\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nSlipping away.\nIn the gray.\n(Hah... hah...)\nFading to black.\nDon't look back.\n\n[Outro]