Touching flowers with your scream Meeting sweets she smiles like cream When your hair hides melting grace Worn out minds won't touch your face I am leaning far too far above the ice So I'll feed my hands with cheeks of other names I am lying under tons of porcine snow Polyester absorbes me <♪> Fawn at last my parents cried About my green and my last white Now my darling goes to him She will dare her cross's skin I am leaning far too far above the ice So I'll feed my hands with cheeks of other names I am lying under tons of porcine snow Polyester absorbes me <♪> I'm using gloves I'm using gloves I'm using gloves I'm using gloves