..and how your heatwave ran   Through our snow black fields   And we dropped our young   To a ragtime feel      And it’s been ten long weeks   And there’s still no word   Our Arctic Graceland   And the whale fat burn      My moon’s a naked cold star   Why do you take this so hard.      So keep this song   Til you catch diseases   And wait them out   Til this tundra freezes      ..and how your heatwave ran   Through our snow black fields      My moon’s a naked cold star   Why do you take this so hard.      Helicopters are chasing   Animals through the fields   Helicopters are chasing   Our spirits into the sea