and if the snow buries my neighbourhood

"...and if the snow buries my,
my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.

You climb out the chimney and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim I hear you sing a golden hymn.

Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.

But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.

(...)"

Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)
by The Arcade Fire
Funeral 2004