white winds blow drifting over the inside cold breath flow chill a soul on the outside will it slow turn your head til it feels right lay it low turn back on our heart fight black fog slow crawling over the hillside cold words go calling under the outside slain for no falling down on the inside lay me low turn your back on our heart fight warm will glow burn a hand on your frost bite down down down make a deal with the daylight satellite love hover over our hot night dead bones know carry them til you feel fine