your little nails, bitten back and snarling
speak volumes upon volumes, my little darling
out of reach of the light of day
in a veil of dirty lace
with a heart made of wood and a bruise on your face
when you were given a choice between fire and ice
i can see you now, clear as a bell
with your arms full of thorns and your heart like a well
holding your arms steadfast to your chest
a song in your throat and a tongue at rest
your eyes are searching boldly
for a stronger one to hold you
for a softer bed to warm you
for every man to swarm you
but if you could just wait patiently
i can see him standing in front of me
so hold your arms steadfast to your chest
a song in your throat and a tongue at rest
but everything you love will leave at best
for until you're alone you will know no rest
i still see you standing so solemn and cold
in a white dress and blindfold, knee-deep in the snow
with the birch trees just like swords
touching the sky in a silent horde
just like an army of your past strifes
frozen for a lifetime
i can see you now, clear as a bell
with your arms full of thorns and your heart like a well
holding your hands clenched to your chest
everything you love will leave at best
everything you love will leave at best
for until you're alone you'll know no rest