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