Climes, they heat me with deceit The weather has been hiding secret messages in snow Little fortunes so well hidden in the snow Just waiting in the snow I will meet you at an airport, a local airport It's busy all the time With people all in line We'll have to meet at night It's quieter at night At the airport I will meet you there It's just a visit, a perfect visit To the margins of the surface Wrapped in fabrics We'll wait patiently to see something so beautiful And it will take the breath out of our lungs