Transcribed by Reverend Straynge
the woods and the town
covered in snow
all transformed to a fairytale
like the fresh page of a book opened up
ready
waiting
for the story to begin
for you're all in a scene
objects in black ink
fringed in white
breathing and living
and anticipating
a colour
all transformed to a fairytale
unreal and inviting
inviting you to step in
and follow the path neverending
you're now leaving
imprints
and somehow expecting
expecting someone
maybe the prince in disguise
suffering a snow queen curse
but you're wrong of course
it's in reverse
out in the snow
muffled
the last silent night
the last sacrifice
red running over white
red running over white
red
running over white
red
running over white
running red
over white
running red
over white
red over white
red over white
red
over white
(Thorn version adds:)
running red over white
running red over white
all (oh?) red over white
running red
over white
running red
over white
red over white
red over white
all (oh?) red
over white
all (oh?) red
over white