-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 starttravel through snowTogether we go (together 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 goTogether we go

We get colderAs we grow olderWe will walkSo much slower