And if the snow buries my...  My neighborhood    And if my parents are crying,  Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours  Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours    You climb out the chinmey  And meet me in the middle  The middle of the town  And since there's no one else around,  We let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know  Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the cold    You change all the lead sleeping in my head  As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn...    Then, we tried to name our babies  But we forgot all the names that,  The names we used to know  But sometimes,  We remember our bedrooms and our parent's bedrooms and the bedrooms of our friends  Then we think of our parents...  Well, whatever happened to them?!    You change all the lead sleeping in my head to gold  As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn  It's the song I've been trying to sing...    Purify the colors, purify my mind  Purify the colors, purify my mind  And spread the ashes of the colors over this heart of mine!