| Lyrics: | Climes, they heat me with deceit.
The weather has been hiding secret messages in
snow.
Little fortunes so well hidden in the snow.
Just waiting in the snow.
I will meet
you at an airport, a local airport.
It's busy all the time.
With people all in
line.
We'll have to meet at night.
It's quieter at night.
At the airport.
I will
meet you there.
It's just a visit, a perfect visit,
to the margins of the
surface.
Wrapped in fabrics,
we'll wait patiently to see something so beautiful
and it
will take the breath out of our lungs. |
