Put your clothes on and we'll go outside

So much snow now you can't even see the hay first house

And oh my god, she won't even look at me

As we pull our sleds to the little hill noiselessly

Her face was rosy red like a cherry

Can you feel it? There's nothing we don't know

All the times in my head, in my room all alone but now it's real

And here we go sliding down the icy slope

But her hands move from mine, in her mind all along to become free

And she twisted my neck so suddenly I didn't even know

In the snow, little drops of blood like cherry

In the snow, little drops of blood like cherry