I'll meet you in Antarctica.
The sun will be shining,
The snow glistening.
There's a storm brewing outside my window.
Countless crimes being comitted all around me.
Remember when the light was so blinding?
Remember when the ground was so hot it burned our feet to a cinder?
If you listen really closly, Harry Connick Jr.'s voice in some tones, resembles Sinatra's.\
