Look at your smile, babe
I won’t have to loan you mine
I’m right behind
Where you go I go for life
If it be the deep north
Then I’ll follow after
For the cold is like a wendigo
Not a real fear
Like a rapture

Old incantation
Say my name 3 full times
Usher and tell you

That I’ve been broken
I can become
Any miracle you need

Look in the mirror, babe
Look at the one I’m with
The face I kiss
You and me, for keeps, it is
If your memory freezes
Then I will remind you
That the cold is like a wendigo
Full of fiction
Like a blood moon

Old incantation
Say my name 3 full times
Usher and tell you

That I’ve been broken
I can become
Any miracle you need