We are ruled by a governing frost
It melts beneath alcohol briefly
And then bites back
Breathe on panes of glass
A circle apears before freezing again
Aha
And it's taking it's time
Degree by reluctant decree
And night by night
The snow is still melting, and doesn't it take it's time?
We're ruled by a governing frost
As thin as a wedding veil
Too heavy to lift for a kiss
The kiss brings warmth
But not nearly enough to finish the thaw
And call spring from six months in clothes
This calls for bold, naked honesty
Petrol, a match and a torch
This snow is still melting and doesn't it take it's time?
To have lost almost all feeling, Jesus, didn't that take a while?
Ohh, ohhh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Well the snow may have melted but it covered all kinds of dirt
We can take one brush each, start sweeping and we'll clear this up
Well the snow may have melted, but it covered all kinds of hurt
We can take one brush each, start sweeping and we'll clear this up
Clear this up