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