White Lines in the Cold

Woke up early, frost on the ground

Mountains calling without a sound

Boots click tight, heartbeat fast

First lift up, we’re flying at last

Breath in smoke in the morning light

Sky so blue it cuts like ice

Edges carving silver lines

Chasing speed like we’re out of time

Wind in my face, can’t feel my hands

But I’ve never felt more alive than this

We’re riding down the white unknown

Gravity pulling, but it feels like home

Snow sprays high like a victory sign

Cold air burning in my lungs tonight

No fear, no lines, just open sky

On this mountain we can fly

Every turn leaves the world behind

Just white lines in the cold we find

Chairlift talks and frozen jokes

Sunlight dancing off our goggles

At the top it all goes quiet

One deep breath before we riot

Drop in fast through trees of gold

Shadows blue on untouched snow

Legs on fire, but we won’t stop

Race the valley to the bottom drop

Ice in my veins, fire in my chest

This is the place I feel my best

We’re riding down the white unknown

Gravity pulling, but it feels like home

Snow sprays high like a victory sign

Cold air burning in my lungs tonight

No fear, no lines, just open sky

On this mountain we can fly

Every turn leaves the world behind

Just white lines in the cold we find

When the sun sinks low and the sky turns pink

And the last run calls from the mountain’s brink

We’ll laugh at the cold, at the falls, at the scars

Boots in the trunk, chasing northern stars

We’re riding down the white unknown

Hearts wide open, never alone

Snow under steel, the perfect sound

Lost up high but finally found

All year long I dream this life

Of frozen air and alpine nights

Till winter comes, I’ll hold the sign—

Those white lines in the cold are mine.