There was frost on the window
And your nose was cold
So I planted a kiss upon it
Your hands were warm
And you kissed me back
We drank hot cocoa
And mourned for Laura Palmer
You filled my head with empty words
And my heart with butterflies
You threw your arms around me
And I melted at your touch
We had coffee and cherry pies
And talked until dawn
There's frost on the window now
And Frost on the tv
And I can't help but think of you
Nothing makes me long for something more
Than a reminder of its lack