Perfume Of An Arctic Winter.

Her voice is enough to pick you up from the ground
And to let you see the sun from her shoulders.
Take it's heat and spin it into sound,
Spin it so it can't grow any older.

Because I was lost untill I heard your call,
And blind before you granted me vision.
Your perfume is of an arctic winter,
Entangled within your kiss, like a lovers prison.

The clouds they smile,
the rain comes down
you're a pick me up
or put me down
you'll always be my little dream
not needed at the wishing stream
skipping past that iron gate
i know you'll never hesitate
When ever you're lonely

Follow me.