Verse 1

In a phone booth, tears on glass,

She reads the damage from the past.

Lipstick running, coat pulled tight,

She lost the argument tonight.

Pre-Chorus

Skinny fingers hide her face,

Earrings burning in the cold blue haze.

No one coming, no one near,

Just one last breath she can hear.

Chorus

First frost, first time,

Cold cuts clean through the telephone line.

First frost, first night,

She walks back home with her heart locked tight.

Hey! Hey! Leave it behind!

The first frost is falling for the first time.