The goal light’s white on the mountain tonight
Not a skate blade to be seen
A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like it’s the Swede
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep him in, heaven knows ‘Beek tried
Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good boy you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know
Let him go, let him go
Can't hold him back anymore
Let him go, let him go
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care what they're going to say
Let Cronin rage on
The cold never bothered Leo anyway