I stalk a place where the cold delights me   A polar zone that's not unlike me      I can't settle for a simple nest   I like changing the no's to yes      Cold suns, bitter nights   Hand tools chip the ice   Once more, nothing there      I tread the surface, lightly, lightly   I see a shape and she's not unsightly      She can soothe as she ignites   That's what I mine for beneath the ice      I say the words but stand refused   I move in close and light the fuse      Cold suns, bitter nights   Hand tools chip the ice   I'm fixed in a vice      What glare   I stare   Bright ice      Eyes her weapon, cut's the plan   But cut in two I'm twice the man      I rip the strings and find the pelt   Slide the switch and it starts to melt      I'm the half that fits the whole   It's 90 south and she crowns the pole