Tell me love Tell me all I’ve done Trust me by to what I know You love the most I-I-I fall slow, There’s nowhere else to go Leave me cold, I’ll search for BODIES in the snow. You are my must A sad but things to touch And now the trees were turned to But I would lost my mind And I hope your day You are the sickness that I felt I let my skin down in the snow, New skin to grow I-I-I fall slow, There’s nowhere else to go Leave me cold, I’ll search for BODIES in the snow. Birds fall still, Bodies make me die the way I feel Before it last too long I know you’re gone.