You called yourself, all I should see
But when my eyes, filled with honey you would flee
Sold everything, for a face that won't agree
See how my brittle bones break at your plea
And I'll cry if that's all you want
I'll sing if it keeps you, on your spot
But I have seen, what you can be
I'm your prophet but please don't crucify me
I've held your hand but you're not shackled to me
On the table, white snow is lined thin
Sleeping shutters, please don't come in
And I'm not whole, and you're not safe
You see through, my placating ways
But please don't touch, because I am not a fire
Calling for snow