We're ruled by a governing frost
It melts beneath alcohol briefly
And then bites back
Breathe on panes of glass
A circle appears before freezing again
And it's taking its time
Degree by reluctant
Degree And night by night
The snow is still melting
And doesn't it take its time?
We're ruled by a governing frost
As thin as a wedding veil
Too heavy to lift for a kiss
And a kiss brings warmth
But not nearly enough to finish the thaw
And call spring from six months in clothes
This calls for bold, naked honesty
Petrol, a match and a torch
The snow is still melting
And doesn't it take its time?
To have lost almost all feeling
Jesus, didn't that take a while?
Well the snow may have melted
But it covered all kinds of dirt
We can take one brush each
Start sweeping and we'll clear this up.
Oh the snow may have melted
But it covered all kinds of hurt
If we can take one brush each
Start sweeping and we'll clear this up.
Clear this up.
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