Hark the frozen chimes
Of winter
All before you gone to ground
Glazed visions
Imprisioned in your mind
All before you plant bodies
Bodies in the ground
It's a sin
The song of love is strange
I want to sculpt for you
Some things you can only feel
You can only feel
It's a sin
The song of love is strange
I want to sculpt for you
Some things you can only feel
Only feel, only feel
Only feel
Some things you can only feel