And if the snow buries myMy neighborhood
And if my parents are cryingThen I'll dig a tunnelFrom my window to yoursYeah, a tunnelFrom my window to yours
You climb out of the chimneyAnd meet me in the middleThe middle of the townAnd since there's no one else aroundWe let our hair grow longAnd forget all we used to knowThen our skin gets thickerFrom living out in the snow
You change all the leadSleeping in my headAs the day grows dimI hear you sing a golden hymn
Then we tried to name our babiesBut we forgot all the names thatThe names we used to knowBut sometimes we remember our bedroomsAnd our parent's bedroomsAnd the bedrooms of our friendsThen we think of our parentsWell, what ever happened to them?
You change all the leadSleeping in my head to goldAs the day grows dimI hear you sing a golden hymnThe song I've been trying to sing
Purify the colors, purify my mindPurify the colors, purify my mindAnd spread the ashes of the colorsOver this heart of mine
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