That look I want to freeze for a future time
For everyone to see
Modeled by the shapes of things to come
Snow falls around your face and I
Follow you inside
Into your den of silver and gold
Those traps they set will never capture you
They want your skin but you hold on tight
Until it’s time to fight
Skin of fire. Crystalline eyes
I must confess I want them all for myself
Maybe in the next world
Time will tell
Words spill like wine
From a creature’s smile
Those traps they set will never capture you
They want your skin but I hold on tight
To you tonight