Are your hand sunsteady, ready to be free 
Are you almost ready, to sit next to me 

If I go to where the sunlight hits the snow 
Cos everyone knows that we're bored with letting go 

Is your head unready, ready to believe 
Do you feel unsteady, sit next to me 

Should I go to where the sunlight hits the snow 
Cos everyone knows that we're bored with letting go. 

Cos everyone knows that when the sunlight hits the snow 
We shall go, I just get bored with letting you know