Из альбома: Idealists in Distress From Bristol

Set fire to yourself on a train

Don't approach your life with a sword


Burning breast your heart's in flame

But your eyelids shield you from the law



I won't stamp on your coal eyes

That poison tongue tasted stone

Built out of tears so you cannot lie

The voice of the wind tells you you are not alone



Snow girl I burn you

Snow girl I melt you

Your hair is on fire

When I touch you you melt



Strong in the shadows

But you cannot leave your room

Knife inside you sharpens its blade

Tick tick hammer and nail

Tick tick hammer and nail



Snow girl I burn you

Snow girl I melt you

Your hair is on fire

When I touch you you melt

Snow girl snow girl

I burn you I melt you

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