The Ice Hotel Lyrics

Mercury's down to zero,
absolute time will tell
we're only over-wintering
as guests in the Ice Hotel.
All that we build will crumble,
every empire fades;
humbled, we should admit
impermanence marks the man-made.
Under the Ice Hotel
the permafrost is stacked
but down along the walls
the first melt starts to track.
The wind's whipped voices up
and swept them down the years
but in the Ice Hotel
the guests all have cloth ears.
Are we all so cloth-eared?
We're only here a season,
paupers and presidents.
Reason allows us only a temporary residence.
Inside the Ice Hotel
the mirror ball revolves
while in the cinema
the screen goes to dissolve.
Over and over
what's destroyed will be remade
and in the Ice Hotel
we're only passing trade.
The walls are sweating
as the Celsius starts to climb.
Of all our works
this is the transient paradigm.
Each year another team
will build it up anew,
for in the Ice Hotel
we're all just passing through,
we're just passing through.