If I go to the place
Where silence erased me
I would realize I was never in the dark
The things I felt always in front of me
Deprived of a word for what I see
So, here I go, getting on a plane
Escaping the snow for Hawaii
Driving up a mountain to kiss a man
With a beard of snow against his suntan
But then I heard "love"
And I ran
Easy to get lost in the woods
When there isn't a map to begin with
And to think that feeling love in a way you've never seen
Could ever be a bad thing
But now I know better
And remind myself
I wasn't wrong about Jolly Old Saint Nick