Cleared a path through the unusual snowfall.
Our hands were cold,
Our hearts warm in the wet snow.
Ask me if I still believe in Santa Claus.
Well, Santa Claus is a very fine fellow.
When we reached that
Frozen lake,
I thought it looked like it was strong enough to stand on.
Held your hand as we softly took the first step,
Ignoring cracks, bubbles --
We're strong swimmers.
We'd be walking on water in the summer.
Held our ground through
Low clouds and dark skies.
Clothes were damp and our skins cold to the touch, touch.
Asked ourselves if we still believe in old tales.
Stories come and they go,
But they come from somewhere.
When we jumped through that frozen lake,
I thought the fire was a lovely thing to lean on.
Kissed your cheek and said "Darling, we're strong swimmers,
But
If I go down, you better call Holly to save me"
We'd be buried in the water in the summer.
We'd be leaning on lake tides and lilies.
We've got the biggest hearts
And a big love,
And we're all strong swimmers.
And we're all
Strong swimmers.