The Sparkly Slopes
We’re from a real ghost town, with all the summer dust that chokes
Where winter never arrives until it’s ruined like some joke
The trick is to beat the heat—cold is bold
(Dreamin’) dreamin’ of a winter retreat
(Dreamin’) that I can still skip your heartbeat
(Thinkin’) yeah, I’m thinking maybe tonight
(Thinkin’) think I’ll pick a snowball fight with you
Right through the glare, we love to stare at the mountains up there
So when we go home, we’re filled up with hope from the sparkly slopes
I can’t get them out of my head
No, I can’t get them out of my head
They’re our ticket out
Looking out from the lodge, we see the people on the lifts
Rising incredibly high above the snow piles and the drifts
(Dreamin’) dreamin’ in front of the fire
(Dreamin’) about all the schemes you inspire
(Thinkin’) yeah, I’m thinking maybe tonight
(Thinkin’) think I’ll pick a snowball fight with you
I can’t get them out of my head
No, I can’t get them out of my head
No, I can’t get them out of my head
They’re our ticket out, so we need to go