[Verse 1:] At this moment, monks are in deep meditation somewhere Unaware that cellular phone conversations are interrupting their prayer NASA is beaming coordinates to satellites around Mars From their radar, through my body, then out to yours, then out to the stars [Pre-chorus:] Baton toss from them to me to you From them to me to you Baton toss from them to me to you From them to me to you [Chorus:] White Snow. We're static. We can't help but interfere with this It's automatic and tragic and scientifically so magic We can't see what's running through us We follow hearts where eyes won't let us go Let love exist between the lines just like white snow [Verse 2:] Invisible to us, we must trust that they won't bring us harm While the ghosts who walk among us Are more than a little jealous They are sounding their dead alarm [Repeat Pre-chorus] [Repeat Chorus (X2)] [Repeat Pre-chorus]