I was just me, rolling with it, careless and free.
And you were just you, overthinking everything new.
We were just kids, hopeful hearts with too much to give.
It was just us, before we ever learned how to love.
If I could go back,
Then you should know that,
There’s a part of me that wants you even now,
And if I told you,
I miss the old you,
Cause it feels so long ago, but I still think about
Kissing in the cold, I treasured you like gold,
Fingers on my skin, a fire from within,
Lost in your embrace, the arms that kept me safe,
A story left untold, of kissing in the cold.
It was all red, roses scattered over the bed,
Falling too fast, so naive we thought it would last.
If I could go back,
Then you should know that,
There’s a part of me that wants you even now,
And if I told you,
I miss the old you,
Cause it feels so long ago but I still think about
Kissing in the cold, I treasured you like gold,
Fingers on my skin, a fire from within,
Lost in your embrace, the arms that kept me safe,
A story left untold, of kissing in the cold.
Kissing in the cold, a story left untold,
Kissing in the cold, a story left untold.
If we had another chance to work things out,
would we turn back now? Would we turn back?
Could it ever be the same, we’ve changed,
so how can we turn back now? Can we turn back?
Would we turn back now, would we turn back?
Can we turn back now, can we turn back?