Are your hand sunsteady, ready to be free Are you almost ready, to sit next to me If I go to where the sunlight hits the snow Cos everyone knows that we're bored with letting go Is your head unready, ready to believe Do you feel unsteady, sit next to me Should I go to where the sunlight hits the snow Cos everyone knows that we're bored with letting go. Cos everyone knows that when the sunlight hits the snow We shall go, I just get bored with letting you know