Where do all the snowmen go?

Everyone must attempt a Christmas song, right? This is the song of the disappearing snowmen

If I were to be built again
I'd be flying with damage control
Tell me love beyond the frosten white throw
Where do all the snowmen go?
Where do all the snowmen go?

Now on the shelf
Dry ice for heavy coats
Rubbing shoulders with poisoned folks
The smile you once had etched
Button nose you pressed
It was all a little too much for your bare naked chest.