A (Traffic) Light

Traffic lights don't make a sound
That day was your breath
Across the landscape
Red and white and gold
I couldn't stop shivering against your body
But I felt just the type of warmth I never feel on my own
I could hardly hope to deny it
I want to die
In your arms
Oh



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Peterson
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