IN YOUR COLD ICY HEART
there is pure precious gold
even in the smallest part
by the stories we have neen told
i ll put in your grave an orchide every night
to warm up your soul , to make it tight
i will irrigate your body with the water of a river
to make you warm , i ll shiver
to make you strong , i ll be week
i ll be soundless , you will speak
a moral that is bogus
you know it is when your spirit is homeless
