Let's go out tonight and in the cold, we'll Spirit ourselves away until The sun appears, in little Nooks and hollowed tree middles. Let's go out in the dark moonlight And take these clothes off right As soon as we step off the edge Into cold wetness and nearly freeze to death. The precipice will smudge When we walk down the sloping blur To where the water is photoshopped so nicely. Our throats will no longer be sore So we will shout some more, So we will shout some more.
Hopping spritely across the river on rocks With our hoods on and our knee high socks We shall transmute into the smallest flock Of Canada geese.