Cold, will be cold enough to
Lead my trail up to your warmth
Gather ages in just one sore
And keep, keep your taste on my lips
Let them rest there
From your breath
To all tides held in your chest
Where body has meaning
A scent from core
Beloved by word
Untold by cold
May my frail singing melt
On your golden skin
Will He fit you?
Will He fit you?
May my frail singing dress
All your golden skin
Will He fit you?
Will He fit you?
Warm, now it's warm enough to
Spread your taste to all seas
Carve your skin on every tree
To chase the first meaning
What is kept in bone
Neither touched by word
Nor reached by cold
May my frail singing melt
On your golden skin
Will He fit you?
Will He fit you?
May my frail singing dress
All your golden skin
Wish He'd fit you
Wish He'd fit you
