Boring
In need of a brand new sight
Hoping
She will bury us tonight
Waking
Asking if today we will be
Playing
In the drifts and tall white cliffs of
Snow on the ground is what I want for you
We'd like that too, we are such fools
Tell the adults they have to close the school
It is alright, they are in picket lines
Climbing
Into the mirage on the roof of that garage
Jumping
Into the abyss, try not to miss the
Snow on the ground is what I want for you
We'd like that too, we are such fools
Tell the adults they have to go to school
It is alright, they are in picket lines