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