I will dream of a place that's cold
Where the pace of time slows comfortably
Like the chilly molecules
And my neighbors have nothing to prove
And they drink good drinks, and listen well
Because the roads are closed
And words pass with clarity
Like the vast view
When the leaves have fallen from the shrubs and tree.
Because it’s hot out here
And the fires of hell won’t prevail against heaven
But they’re doing their work in my hometown
And it’s hot out here
So I’ll dream of a place that’s cold
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