Jolly Old Saint Nick

If I go to the place Where silence erased me I would realize I was never in the dark The things I felt always in front of me Deprived of a word for what I see So, here I go, getting on a plane Escaping the snow for Hawaii Driving up a mountain to kiss a man With a beard of snow against his suntan But then I heard "love" And I ran Easy to get lost in the woods When there isn't a map to begin with And to think that feeling love in a way you've never seen Could ever be a bad thing But now I know better And remind myself I wasn't wrong about Jolly Old Saint Nick