friends only;

It's late and you nose is turning red from the cold
Our feet are walking rhythmically, and crumpling the snow
And I have got myself a question, that I would like to ask
When it gets to midnight, will you take my freezing hands and dance.

And it's too late for me, but you can still be free if you leave now,
And don't look back, my love.
Don't Look Back by Alex Day