The season’s holding us all hostage
Better do whatever it demands
We should all know that we’ve got a crisis
We’ve all got frostbitten hands
One!
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
Nine!
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
Seven!
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
Seven!
There's nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
This season’s growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
And there’s no sign of hope
We’ve got a crisis on our hands
The ending should go like this:
The season’s holding us all hostage Better do whatever it demands We should all know that we’ve got a crisis We’ve all got frostbitten hands
One! There's nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you Nine! There's nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you Seven! There's nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you Seven! There's nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you
This season’s growing cold I fear that this could be the end And there’s no sign of hope We’ve got a crisis on our hands