We said Real soon Cross the border Kick up the moon Try to Get used to This warmth Without you
You caught me off a breeze When you went overseas And I ain’t even cold yet 32 Degrees Celcius I’m stealthiest In my airconned room I live inside a fridge tomb
I see you in the snow The ski’s you ain’t outgrown Hit the plateau real early The flakes they move so slow And I’m thinking of you now As you move on down Put past I won’t propound The slopes they were endowed to you
We said Real soon Cross the border Kick up the moon Try to Get used to This warmth Without you
You, trying to get used to this warmth without you Trying to get used to trying to get used to it You, trying to get used to trying to get used to it
We said Real soon Cross the border Kick up the moon Try to Get used to This warmth Without you You, trying to get used to trying to get used to it