Are your hands unsteady, ready to be free?
Are you almost ready, to sit next to me?
If I go to where the sunlight hits the snow
'Cause everyone knows that we're bored with letting go
Is your hand unready, ready to believe?
Do you feel unsteady, sat next to me?
Should I go to where the sunlight hits the snow
'Cause everyone knows that we're bored with letting go
'Cause everyone knows that when the sunlight hits the snow
We shall go, I just get bored with letting you know