The Durbulence - 32 Degrees

I was working, I was slipping through the night
I was tripping, I was kicking up the vines
I was working, I was slipping through the night
I was missing, spent the weekend all inside
Dead of winter, middle of the freeze
Big coat on, 32 degrees
Wipe the snow off, walking through the trees
Put your phone up, come over to me
I was working, I was slipping through the night
I was tripping, I was kicking up the vines
I was working, I was slipping through the night
I was missing, spent the weekend all inside
Dead of winter, middle of the freeze
Big coat on, 32 degrees
Wipe the snow off, walking through the trees
Put your phone up, come over to me
When it's just us, ohh
It ain't that much to complain on
I need your touch, need your voice
I feel your love take the weight off
I know it's a long long drive for you
But you never feel that far to me
I don't wanna make it hard for you
I'll stay forever soft and sweet
I don't wanna hold back
When we hang up, I wanna call right back
Tip of my tongue, I better say it fast
If this is love, I wanna make it last
I was working, I was slipping through the night
I was tripping, I was kicking up the vines
I was working, I was slipping through the night
I was tripping, I was kicking up the vines
Dead of winter, middle of the freeze
Big coat on, 32 degrees
Wipe the snow off, walking through the trees
Put your phone up, come over to me
Dead of winter, middle of the freeze
Big coat on, 32 degrees
Wipe the snow off, walking through the trees
Put your phone up, come over to me

Written by:
Brewster Durbin

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