i was about to get out the saw
and cut a hole in the icy ice
all day we slip and slide and fall
i hear the wind piling up the leaves
and burning wood from last fall
now it never snows no more
but it gets that smell like it might
put your cold hands on my head
like a blanket around my brain
wrap a blanket around my brain yeah
more than you could handle
and the light that surrounded you
i slept right through the winter games
i slept right through the winter games
we leave our best coats in bars
like ice fisherman lose cars
i was about to get out the saw
and cut a hole in the icy ice
right through to where you are
more than you could handle
and the light that surrounded you
more than you could handle
and the cup that you drank from
i slept right through the winter games
i slept right through the winter games