Are your hands sunsteady, ready to be free,
Are you almost ready, to sat next to me,

If I go to where the sunlight hits the snow,
Cos everyone knows that we're bored with letting go,

Is your head unready, ready to believe,
Do you feel unsteady, sat next to me,

Should I go to where the sunlight hits the snow,
Cos everyone knows that we're bored with letting go.

Cos everyone knows that when the sunlight hits the snow,
We shall go, I just get bored with letting you know.