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
