Packing on the layers and headed to the hills for the seasonnShaking off the shackles of the city and forgettable daysnAnd relishing the simple joys of firenForget about the sticky apartments all is lost on the hazennBut oh,nWe'll glide on frozen waternTumble down mountains made of snownnWe've been breaking resolutions and promises for most of the yearnMy love you're still smoking, I'm never parting ways with the beernEvery night we stumble home togethernTake longer and longer as our favorite constellations appearnnOh,nWell glide on frozen waternAnd move into the hills of GatineaunWe can stay up every nightnAs the city's slowly buried in the snow