And if the snow buries my,
my neighborhood
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of town
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn

Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents,
well what ever happened to them?!

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to say

Purify the colors, purify my mind
Purify the colors, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colors
over this heart of mine!