Lyrics
I’m afraid that I'm never afraid
I’ve got combat boots and I'm American made
Your eyes, girl
Mormon lover on a delicate day
Gonna marry the boss, gettin' carried away
War cries, girl
I'm not immune to Canadian snow
Now teach me everything that I should know
Your eyes, girl
Freeze on the radio
I’ve got to leave and alone
Freeze on the radio
I’ve got to bleed into snow
Hold on, let go, we know
Do you shine like a temple inside?
Can I open your core?
So gentle and wide
Your eyes, girl
Rack 'em up, stretch 'em out
When they're tight
This acetylene torch is giving me sight
War cries, girl
Freeze on the radio
I’ve got to leave and alone
Freeze on the radio
I’ve got to bleed into snow
Hold on, let go, we know
Black and blue from the hullabaloo
Do the caribou bite when they look into you?
And your eyes, girl
Freeze on the radio
I’ve got to leave and alone
Freeze on the radio
I’ve got to bleed into snow
Hold on, let go, we know