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