Oh Ms Believer
Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty sleeperYour twisted mind is like snow on the roadYour shaking shoulders prove that it's colderInside your head than the winter of dead
I will tell you I love youBut the muffs on your ears will cater your fearsMy nose and feet are running as we startTo travel through snowTogether we go
We get colderAs we grow olderWe will walkSo much slower
Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty weeperYour twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftopsPlease, take my hand, we're in foreign landAs we travel through snowTogether we go
We get colderAs we grow olderWe will walkSo much slower