White hills

The end of autumn and I don't know what to do
'cause my pretty red heart is broken in two.
I'm not going to fix it. I'll just let it freeze.
It can stay for a while in a cryogenic peace.
And then when it melts I'll go get my glue.
I'll know what to do. Yeah! I'll know what to do.
We can make it through the white hills.
We can make it through the night.
The snows of Tyrol and I just want to sleep.
Everybody wants truth. Everybody goes deep.
But I came here to hide in the snow.
I don't want to know. No! I don't want to know.
We can make it through the white hills.
We can make it through the night.