All you are to me
roses, roses
that's all you're offering me
and oh, i wish to god that the earth would turn cold
and my heart would forget it's made of glass
and all the pretty tulips would disappear
and never disturb me again
you gave me my very first gun
i'll go out and hunt the hidden dome
with white foxes
freeze
hunger, hunger
is the purest sin, it is an
empty church in a crowded bin
i've wept and i've stumbled
i've fought and i've craved
for the gravy of your soul
but all i want to do now is walk among
the barren trees in fields of snow
you gave me my very first gun
i'll go out and hunt the hidden dome
with white foxes
freeze
my eye is my sanctuary
(Merci à Schattra pour cettes paroles)