Oh, Ms Believer

Oh,miss believer,my
pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind is like
snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders
prove that it’s colder
Inside your head than
the winter of dead
I well tell you i love you
But the muffs on your
ears will cater you fears
My nose and feat are
running as we start
to travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go

We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower

Oh,miss believer,my
pretty weeper
Your twisted thoughts are like
snow on the rooftops
Please,take my hand
we’re in foreign land
As we travel
trough snow
Together we go
Together we go

We get colder
As we get colder
We will walk
So much slower