The snow. It falls only here.

To know makes nothing more clear.

I move because I could not stand still, even if I wanted to.

The truth is that there’s always a hill.

And I climb them all. Yes I climb them all.

To see other sides, and I will come down, but I will enjoy the ride.

I won’t fall.

I will never stop loving tomorrow, bringing what it wants to see.

We all drift through the air like samaras, fallen from a maple tree.

We desire to stand, to grip the land, to seed, to sow, to grow, to decompose

And all the while, enjoy the passion of the throes.

And yeah, change is frightening. And yeah, danger’s likely,

But yeah, the depth is brightening, and yeah, our grins are widening.

So YOU should come and sleep in my bed

And YOU can come, and share my cheap rent.

And WE’LL always be skin-ny, and I don’t mean

THIN, in case you were wonderin’.

You don’t have to watch your back. You follow and create your own track.

We take chances when we live, but not as many as we give.

And I put a spell on you. Because you’re kind.

Because I wanted to… (Whatchoo wanna do?)

I just want for you, for you to be you.

And I just wanna say, before we go away, that I think you should stay.

It’s just in time for your birthday.

Do we expect to change this world? Our records have shown that we do.

To constantly struggle for ideal comfort equates to life rich with variety,

Wonderful days. How does the world not change by being in love?

Because what we’ve got is more punk rock than anything some folks with guitars and drums ever dreamed of.