Arcade Fire

And if the snow buries my...
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying,
Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours
You climb out the chimney
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around,
We let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow
You change all the lead sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn...