Out of the snow I go into the sea
Nobody knows what's happened to me
Where did she go, seek high and low
Call in the press, clean up this mess
Thousands of prints by thousands of feet
Get the dogs down to the water and seek
Cold ice
I'm under cold ice
It feels nice
Oh God it feels nice
We keep on looking but our chances are bleak
The dogs know the answer but they can't speak
Twenty-four men from the press will arrive
and snear in the files of her family life
Goodbye
long time to say goodbye
Search and search for days and days
Her family calls from miles away
Their eyes are marked by hopes and fears
prepared to search for years and years
Long time to die
Long time
it takes a long time
Out of the snow
I go into the sea
Nobody knows what's
happened to me