I'm not a song.
The story lacks melody.
I can't stay around too long because
I'd hate to see her hands bloody.
Let me tell you about that.
She screamed and screamed some banshee screams.
Let me tell you about that.
She'll haunt my dreams and dreams.
Polyphonic dreams.
Let me tell you about that.
I can see her steam and steam and steam.
All I know is the sound of snow.
That's all I know.
I'm leaving the city now.
By foot, no train.
I'm trying to forget things now,
Maybe she'll do the same.
All I know is the sound of snow.
That's all I know