Look at your smile, babe Won't have to loan you mine I'm right behind Where you go I go for life If it be the deep north Then I'll follow after For the cold is like a wendigo Not a real fear, like a rapture Old incantation Say my name three full times Usher and tell you That I have been broken I can become Any miracle you need Look in your mirror, babe Look at the one I'm with The face I kiss You and me, for keeps, it is If your memory freezes Then I will remind you That the cold is like a wendigo Full of fiction Like a blood moon Old incantation Say my name three full times Usher and tell you That I have been broken I can become Any miracle you need