[Intro — quiet, close-mic] Too warm? Too cold? Tell me. I’ll remember. [Verse 1] I spent years dividing everything, Fire on one side, frost on the other, Thought the safest way to hold myself Was never letting either touch each other. Then you came closer without asking me To become somebody new, And somehow all the things I hated Started feeling different with you. Now I know the sound of your breathing, Know the pauses in between, Know silence doesn’t always mean There’s something wrong with me. [Pre-Chorus] So close your eyes. You don’t need to see Which side of me Is reaching for you first. [Chorus] Tell me which one— Fire or ice? Warm hands in the darkness Or cold fingertips tonight? Tell me which one— Slow or close? Do you want the heat to linger Or the chill that comes and goes? I can give you both Without losing control. Fire and frost, One heartbeat. Tell me which one. [Verse 2] I’m not good at clever flirting, I’ll probably say exactly what I see, Like how your breathing changes Every time you start anticipating me. Apparently waiting makes it worse. I learned that recently. You looked surprised when I discovered Patience could be useful strategically. I wasn’t trying to tease you. At first. [Pre-Chorus] No guessing games, No need to pretend. If you tell me where the line is, I’ll meet you there again. [Chorus] Tell me which one— Fire or ice? Warm hands in the darkness Or cold fingertips tonight? Tell me which one— Stay or move? Do you want to know what’s coming Or let me choose? I can give you both Without losing control. Fire and frost, One heartbeat. Tell me which one. [Break — instrumentation nearly disappears] You’re waiting. I know. ... Interesting. [Bridge — vulnerable] For most of my life Touch meant something complicated, Every scar had an explanation I never wanted to give. But your hand in mine Doesn’t ask me to forget it. You just remind me There are softer ways to live. So when you give me your trust, I hold it carefully. Maybe control was never about Keeping half of myself away. Maybe it means knowing Exactly how much warmth to give— And choosing to stay. [Build] Cold enough to make you notice. Warm enough to pull you near. Close enough that even silence Is the loudest thing you hear. [Final Chorus] Tell me which one— Fire or ice? Let one side make you shiver, Let the other feel like light. Tell me which one— Or choose both. I’ve spent too long believing I could only ever be one. Now fire meets frost And neither has to run. Two halves, One heartbeat. And when the night is done— You’ll still have both my hands Waiting for yours. [Outro — soft] Warm? Cold? ... Both? I thought so.
