Poses, poses
That's all you are to me
Roses, roses
That's all you're offering me
And now I wish to God that the earth would turn cold
And my heart would forget it's made of gla**
And all the pretty tulips would disappear
And never disturb me again
You gave me my very first gun
I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome
With white foxes, with white foxes
Freeze
Hunger, hunger is the purest sin
It is an empty church and crowded inn
I've wept and I've stumbled
I fought and I've craved
For the gravy of your soul
But all I wanna do now is walk along
Down barren trees in fields of snow
You gave me my very first gun
I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome
With white foxes, with white foxes
Freeze, freeze
My eye is my sanctuary