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, airport
I will meet you there

Just a visit, 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