From the busy parks, to the icy tides.
Someday we'll decide where we want to live out our lives.
For now we're two sparks.
Tumbling alone.
Keeping the heat on even though summer's come and gone.
I will sail across the east sea.
Just to see you on the far side.
Where the wind is cold and angry.
There you'll be to take me inside.
We'll find ways to fill the empty.
Far from all the hysteria.
I don't care if we suddenly find ourselves in Siberia.
Siberia.
Inside the street car or on a mountain trail.
Details, details.
You breathe in when I exhale.
No matter where we are
or which way the wind blows, or how heavy the snow.
Nothing can change where we'll go.
I will sail across the east sea.
Just to see you on the far side.
Where the wind is cold and angry.
There you'll be to take me inside.
We'll find ways to fill the empty.
Far from all the hysteria.
I don't care if we suddenly find ourselves in Siberia.
Siberia.
We'll leave Canada.
Siberia.
Siberia.
Siberia.
I will sail across the east sea.
Just to see you on the far side.
Where the wind is cold and angry.
There you'll be to take me inside.
We'll find ways to fill the empty.
Far from all the hysteria.
I don't care if we suddenly find ourselves in Siberia.
Siberia.
We'll leave Canada.
Siberia.

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