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.