That's Exactly What I Mean
RICHEY, SILLERS
I feel a cold snap comin'
Frost is on the windowpane
Trees are green and bees are humming
But I'm freezing just the same
Can't put my finger on it
Where did we lose the flame
We'll both end up broken-hearted
If we don't find that fire again
Lately we've been missing something and
Love is wearing at the seams
You say,