The ice is melting in the Arctic.
There's nothing we can do about it.
The fleets are coming,
fleets are coming,
fleets are coming,
fleets are...
...warheads gleaming in the northern lights.
The ice is melting in the Arctic.
There's nothing we can do about it.
But you're no warmer,
you're no warmer,
you're no warmer for it.
You leave me gazing at the northern lights.