White Foxes

Poses, poses, that's all you are to me
Roses, roses, that's all you're offering me

And oh I wish to God that the earth would turn cold
And my heart would forget it's made of glass
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 in a crowded bin

I've wept and I've stumbled
I fought and I craved for the gravy of your soul
But all I want to do now is walk among
The barren trees and 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
My eye is my sanctuary
My eye is my sanctuary
My eye is my sanctuary