Photography - Cold Nights Lyrics

I lie on middle roads
In ice cold baths
We were snowed in
Beauty had me on hold
And I'd light every minute of it

Run your hands over mine
Do you remember why
History lines you up
Just to knock you down
I'm writing the whys through the rhymes
Metaphorically I will reside

Now I'm sober
And it's over
Are you my baby
Where's my baby