Warn your warmth to turn away
Here it’s December, everyday
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely you’ll stay (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 war
From years before, from years before
She exhales vanilla lace,
I barely dreamt her, yesterday (yesterday…)
With the lines in the mirror, through the lipstick trace
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She said, “It seems you’re somewhere, far away…»
To his face
It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood
I met my love, before I was born
She wanted love, I taste of blood
She bit my lip, and drank my warmth
From years before, from years before
Love like winter… Oh… Oh…
Love like winter… winter… 3…4…
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 war
From years before, from years before