go where the cold dont bother you so and chill up your heart youll stifle its growth with the warmth of your arms there you will find your repose light crackin down on the mountainside we run and seek out the holes for to hide but im not the one whos white inside give me a house that sits in the sun and with every shout know youre the one and i found you out out of everyone snow caving in the roof of this place sticks wet on your skin like ivory paste and i want to put the color back into your face