She's on a bench in a snowglobe
Everything is glazed eith ice
She just wants some kind of warmpth to enrobe her
And tell her everything's all right
She just wants the warmpth to soften her muscles
So she can smile again
She just wants the warmpth to go through the trouble
To break her glass ceiling
But if the warmpth is too hot she might liquify
And if the warmpth is too cold she might solidify
She needs to find the right temperature
She needs to find the right Farenheit to trust will all she is
She needs to find the right Celcius to love her
The warmpth seems closer than ever
But that's only because there are so many degrees
Trying to change the weather
In her snowy penitentiary
On her head the snow procures
As she looks through the glass
What is the right tempertaure
What degree should she let pass
But if the warmpth is too hot she might liquify
And if the warmpth is too cold she might solidify
She needs to find the right temperature
She needs to find the right Farenheit to trust will all she is
She needs to find the right Celcius to love her
All she knows is a choice needs to be made
Will she let some warmpth in
Or in her globe will she remain
Where she will die the same
All she wants is the heat of the sun
To adorn her with a true connection
She can finally say she won
Over the cold infection
That has plagued her more than once
As much as she's set in her ways
She can never deny
That it would be nice to feel warm again
It would be freeing to see the sky