There is no shuffle 
There is no shuffle here 
Here on the North Pole 
On this quiet dome 
Sunshine on crystal 
And milky walls of ice 
All seem so fragile 
Under the polar sky 

Cold in head 
But warm in the heart 
You could find pleasure 
You could find displeasure 
There is no sound here 
But [bad word] waves 
Of the polar sea 

I know this anger burning inside of you 
And I'm afraid I can feel it too 
I know this anger burning inside of you 
There is an ice-floe between you and me 

This is the place 
This is the only place 
Cold in the head 
Warm in the heart 

There is no shuffle 
There is no shuffle here 
Here on the North Pole 
On this quiet dome 
Remember what they said 
You've got to go ahead 
Always ahead