I wanna feel them frost flakes on my face again
Where the temperatures stay below twenty-five seventy-eight
I felt so at home down here
Had to step out of the heat
Antarctica, that's the place
Synthetic breeze on my face
I'm a polar bear in denial
Snowball's chance in hell
A snowball's chance in hell
I made a deal with the devil in the fuselage
Crashed into heaven in the dead of winter
Walked the thin ice and got snowed under
Caught my death and got iced over
I got cold feet and a cold shoulder
Ice in my veins and frost in my heart
The cold hard truth is, I'm the polar opposite
Carved a hole in heaven like an icebreaker
Fahrenheit or Celsius
Yeah, tell me what your policy is
Are we talking the same language?
It won't matter in utopia (utopia)
Antarctica is the place for the cold embrace
Antarctica, that's the place for me
It's the place where the frost flakes spell out my name
There's a polar bear calling out my name
He's telling me that a sunny day ain't got shit on this place
It's just the tip of the iceberg (just the tip of the iceberg)
It's just the tip of the iceberg, so put it on ice
You've gotta put it on ice
You've gotta put it on ice in a discontented winter
Let that cool air blow away your every care