Letra de The Temperature Is Dropping

Would it help to write a letter, as puddles turn to icy lakes?
The temperature is dropping, the temperature is dropping with every breath or life it takes
And baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I guess it wouldn't be bad
If street lights and the cold nights in between were all we ever had
Simultaneous maps of cities, states of heart, or the heart of states
And I keep on hoping and I keep on asking to stay awake or hibernate
And maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, our marks can make it through the snow
Even words can wither in the frost if all we ever know
Is this beating pulse
That slows to less than one beat per minute before the spring thaw
Do we measure days or years or are we tired of waiting?
And is it a luxury, or survival, or all that we have?