hear, hear the noise that moves so soft and slow
thats the sound of freshly fallen snow
your love is gold, your love is gold
seems, seems as though we?ll be stuck out here for days
to bang upon these drums that we have made
you never know, you never know
my one, my only one
lies sleeping in the sun
gave chase and so we run
nothing breaks your stride like whats become
ohhhhh
stack, stack the frozen wood next to the shed
from the inside of my mouth
and the slow migration south
it?s not to be denied
it?s not to be denied