Here it’s December, everyday (small girlish echo:I like that)
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely you’ll say (love like winter)
For of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made
It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
He wanted love. I taste of blood
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth
From years before, from years before
She exhales vanilla lace,
I barely dreamt her yesterday (yesterday)
With the lines on the mirror through the lipstick tray
She said, “It seems you’re somewhere, far away"
To his face.
Love Like Winter