40 Degrees - The Arch

Your temperature is raising but not your voice

Your soft flesh is paling

Each breath is a choice

Respiring and freezing at the same time

I’m keeping the distance between your body and mine

The reading won’t stop at 40 degrees

The reading runs over 40 degrees

I can’t recognise you, here in your bed

I just knew you standing, it makes me upset

Although I admit I’m so scared of your shade

I stay here beside you, I think I’m your mate

You stopped making choices, your life is undone

Your breath, my fear and the distance are gone

I’ll stay in your arms,

I will take you home

Though forever divided,

We’ll never be alone