Pack your bags, let's head on home With a pocketful of rocks for the garden gnome. We thought they'd skip, but they sunk like stones. Through the ice we see what we should have known. We've shed the air for three years now. I breathe your breath, your expired air. It's getting hard to see this clear, But I won't force you if you're not there. As they take us broke and change our hair, Get stronger with our name, Our skin begins to twist and change. Through the ice we saw what had been mistakes. We shed the air for three years now I breathe your breath, your expired air. It's getting hard to see this clear, But I won't force you if you're not there. I won't force you if you're not there.