Lost a weekend there just to be near
And you don't know what it is that you're doing here
But you wanted it more than you ever did before
So you just can't be sure
Underneath a frozen northern sky
In the frost and the ice you hit a bull's eye
And the hunter's bow suddenly came aglow
There's no game plan
It's more than
You never knew someone
Could feel like they belong
And the words that you couldn't say
Shine like a light on your face
And it makes you feel so alive
This is the year we'll make it right
Jump feet first through the snow
We're never going home
Never going home
Walking down a New York City street
Some things get harder and harder to believe
WIth his hand in your hand you finally understand
The sound of lines drawn in the sand
There's no game plan
Lost a weekend there just to be near
And you don't know what it is that you're doing here
But you wanted it more than you ever did before
So you just can't be sure
Underneath a frozen northern sky
In the frost and the ice you hit a bull's eye
And the hunter's bow suddenly came aglow
There's no game plan
It's more than
You never knew someone
Could feel like they belong
And the words that you couldn't say
Shine like a light on your face
And it makes you feel so alive
This is the year we'll make it right
Jump feet first through the snow
We're never going home
Never going home
Walking down a New York City street
Some things get harder and harder to believe
WIth his hand in your hand you finally understand
The sound of lines drawn in the sand
There's no game plan
Lost a weekend there just to be near
And you don't know what it is that you're doing here
But you wanted it more than you ever did before
So you just can't be sure
Underneath a frozen northern sky
In the frost and the ice you hit a bull's eye
And the hunter's bow suddenly came aglow
There's no game plan
It's more than
You never knew someone
Could feel like they belong
And the words that you couldn't say
Shine like a light on your face
And it makes you feel so alive
This is the year we'll make it right
Jump feet first through the snow
We're never going home
Never going home
Walking down a New York City street
Some things get harder and harder to believe
WIth his hand in your hand you finally understand
The sound of lines drawn in the sand
There's no game plan