When I pass by that old
Family grave
Or feel a cold wind bite
I feel safe
I'm glad to know
There's a spot for me
Hidden beneath the snow (wooahh)
Beneath the snow
On winter's eve, the leaves hit the floor and my friends go
Back away somewhere
To respective homes
I'm glad to know
That we call this home
I'm glad to know
That we call this home
Back again and fine
Everyone's alright
Arizona ice
With this girl of mine
Now scared of sleep
My friends will stay up, up all night
I'm glad to know
That we call this home
Bury the hole
Bury the hole
Bury the hole
Bury the hole
