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 the 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 sleeping 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, whatever happened to them?! You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn It's the song I've been trying to sing... Purify the colors, purify my mind Purify the colors, purify my mind And spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine!
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 the 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 sleeping 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, whatever happened to them?! You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn It's the song I've been trying to sing... Purify the colors, purify my mind Purify the colors, purify my mind And spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine!
