The snow was falling for a reason
It was me covering up my footprints
It's so not sweet
Not red at all
Probably like you...
Frosting lays on the lashes
Perfume turns into ice
My songstress is due dead tomorrow
If only she could smell the last seconds
My songstress is due dead tomorrow
But there's no turning back
Got trapped in the placards
Shot yourself and into the dark
We'll go into the city
Everything will be for real
If you give in, you'll give in to me
We paid our debts with wreaths
Tied into a bouquet
My songstress is due dead tomorrow
If only she could smell the last seconds
My songstress is due dead tomorrow
But there's no turning back