My hands are shaking. Frostbitten from the cold. Have you ever had the feeling you're losing all control? Your landscapes painted the most arctic of white. I never should've been there. Terrified for my life. Oh, Alaska I'm frightened to say that we might be doing this the old fashioned way. Your words like wolves. They're chewing at my bones. You'd love to see me so miserable. Even now as we speak, they're stalking every move. Sharpening their teeth, waiting so patiently. Oh, Alaska I'm frightened to say that we might be doing things the old fashioned way. With this knife in my hand, buried in my chest. Your wilderness will be my bitter end. I'm frozen white and broken. I'll be waiting for you 'till you follow through. I'm frozen white and broken. I'll be waiting for you. I'm out here waiting… for you. Oh, Alaska. The way that we are will be my bitter end…