text: I’m afraid that I’m never afraid
  I’ve got combat boots
  And I’m American made
  For your eyes girl
  Mormon lover on a delicate day
  Gonna marry the boss
  Get carried away
  War cries girl
  I’m not immune to Canadian snow
  Now teach me everything
  That I should know
  With your eyes girl
  Freeze on the radio
  I’ve got to leave and more
  Freeze on the radio
  I’ve got to bleed into snow
  Hold on
  Let go
  We know
  Do you shine like a temple inside
  Can I open your core
  So gentle and wide
  Like your eyes girl
  Rack ‘em up stretch ‘em out
  When they’re tight
  This acetylene torch is giving me sight
  War cries girl
  Black and blue from the hullabaloo
  Do the caribou bite
  When they look into you
  And your eyes girl