Track 3 of the EP Kitchen Light Letters · 2021
Frost on the Windshield, Heat On
by Veda Monroe
“Scraping the windshield on the first frost, and feeling weirdly romantic about it. I couldn't resist.”
r&b · acoustic soul · cosy soul · 2:56
Lyrics
Scraper in my glove box, scraping off the white First frost on the glass in the morning light You're in the passenger seat with your hands round the cup Steam on the window, we're not giving up Seat warmer humming like a lullaby Radio low as the cold goes by Your scarf on my shoulder, your head on my arm Winter outside but in here it's warm Let it melt, let it melt, take your time Nowhere to be but your hand in mine Frost on the windshield, heat on Hold me till the cold is gone Frost on the windshield, we don't mind Cosy little world, you and I Heat on, heat on, turn it up slow Frost on the windshield, melting like snow Little clear circle where the defrost blows Peeking at the street where the cold wind goes Neighbors in their coats with their breath in clouds We're in our own small world, away from the crowds You draw a little heart on the foggy glass Say let's stay a while and let the morning pass Cinnamon in the cup, sugar on your lip Everything's a slow song, let the minutes slip Let it melt, let it melt, take your time Nowhere to be but your hand in mine Frost on the windshield, heat on Hold me till the cold is gone Frost on the windshield, we don't mind Cosy little world, you and I Heat on, heat on, turn it up slow Frost on the windshield, melting like snow Wipers pull the last of the white away Now the road is open, but we want to stay One more minute, then we'll roll Love's the only heater in my soul Frost on the windshield, heat on Hold me till the cold is gone Frost on the windshield, we don't mind Cosy little world, you and I Heat on, heat on, turn it up slow Frost on the windshield, melting like snow Heat on, heat on Melting like snow