SNOWCOLD

We said, real soon
Cross the border
Pick up the moon
Trying to get used to this warmth without you
You caught me off a breeze
When you went overseas
And I ain’t even cold yet
32 Degrees
Celcius
I’m stealthiest
In my air-conned room
I live inside a fridge tomb
I see you in the snow
The ski’s you ain’t outgrown
Hit the plateau real early
The flakes they move so slow
And I’m thinking of you now
As you move on down
Put past I won’t propound
The slopes they were endowed to you
We said, real soon
Cross the border
Pick up the moon
Trying to get used to this warmth without you
You, trying to get used to this warmth without you
Trying to get used to, trying to get used to it
You, trying to get used to, trying to get used to it
We said, real soon
Cross the border
Pick up the moon
Trying to get used to this warmth without you
You, trying to get used to, trying to get used to it