You might see, snow drenched roof tops

A stalagtite falls to the alley like an arrow from cupid

intoo yo, The world has stopped

And it's pretty as a picture


You might not notice

How cold it gets when the gin runs out and history

is born again

You can't even think

How you wanna be with her


Well here we are darling, Jam never tasted so good

Nothing ever felt so warm as you, above this old

world shop

With it's old world trinkets

But how dare we even think it


When there's a cardboard box

With shivering feet full of distant memories and

nearby fantasies

Of good heels and chasmere socks

There's a cold war on thee world


That's what i heard


I opened up

Told her i'm lonely

I said dont you know me

She said who're you talking to?

Her memory's faded

Irradicated

She's been infiltrated

But oh how i waited

Because i know there's something

I just can't get to it

I wasted years

How i held you near

I tasted fear

But how i helf you near

And i fought the combine

Until they let me outside

Where it was pretty as a picture