My lyrics:
Man, it's just so beautiful
poetry in motion so musical
no fakes all original like snow flakes
we don't flake, so great, we skate, great lakes
they say that we so bored,
get out your snow board, go build a snow fort
if you aint the snow sort
change your location, hit up the airport
met this girl with big brown beautiful eyes
whole life in this trench coated disguise
if she took off the mask
she wouldn't know how to act
and I dont know how to ask
so blizzard of emotions just attack
I think back, looking at a long cold history
tears turn to fears turn to ice in this misery
everything you've kept from me is mystery
heart froze bet it could melt if you turned up the heat
but everything we've felt is just part of the
work of art that starts with ice sculptin
ya
took my heart i tore it all apart for ya
i'm forever froze, long live Antarctica

long live antarctica
long live antarctica
x2
I lay where the penguins play
where snow falls all day in great sheets of display
you were like my hole in the ozone
my ice caps crumble, before you I was so froze
but i'm pretty sure you're bad for me
this whole thing will turn out terribly
by my bedside i pray all day
hoping for the strength because trouble wont pass away

dear lord come make me whole
my whole bodies froze covered from head to toe in snow
she's looking into my plain brown eye's
i wonder if she sees past the surface outside
swear it feels like 2011
stagnate and i dont even know where i'm headed
sometimes theres nothing you can express in words
one year ago on december 23rd
had to give a broken heart carry it till christmas
i doubt that was on either one of our wishlists
life doesn't always end up how you would wish it
but once the snow melted you miss it, admit it

take my frozen heart, every part is no longer mine
I want to feel the warmth of the sun, even if it's just one last time

last verse was like ice, i kinda slipped up
feeling like iceman, snow in my touch
back when i was a young used to live for the crush
using God as a type a crutch to make girls blush
now i'm grown up, i'm not nearly as slick
use my ice pick to chip away but it still sticks
i've been trying to be the best i could possibly be
but at the end of the day i'm still doing it for me
thats a selfish disguise, it's still cold outside
snowing in may, it may be my fault it resides
frostbite on my hands, they say the forecast won't last
fear held back unabashed, but i still can't stand
frustration from all this precipitation
tears turned to ice before shattering into obliteration
i've been thanking God he didn't make me shallow as hell
and that heaven isn't as cold as this place where i currently dwell

well,
we all want the snow to turn to puddles
but until then I shovel and make my way with tunnels
why is it that struggles always seem to come in bundles
and just when we get sure footing is when we seem to stumble
I think it's because we get so full of ourselves
we take the reins of the sleigh away from him who never fails
whose reign forever dwells on heavens grand throne
who created snow to be beautiful not to keep us cold and alone
but everything we've felt is just part of the
work of art that starts with ice sculptin
ya
took my heart i tore it all apart for ya
i'm forever froze, long live Antarctica

long live antarctica
long live antarctica
x2

and lord i need you to intercede through
this snow is so thick that I can't see you