Snow Queen

High on a snow covered mountain

From her throne she looks down at the clowns

Who think youth can be found in a fountain

High on her wings of her rhythm

She will smile at the guys who come on

With their eyes but she'll never dance with 'em

And in smoke filled rooms of electric sound

A legend is built around the Snow Queen

You may believe you're a winner

But with her you will  soon bite the dust

And discover you're just a beginner

You may not think you're a loser

But in midair you'll be hung while you trip

On your tongue and it'll only amuse her

In the morning haze you are frozen there

Caught in the icy stare of the Snow Queen

No, my friend, she doesn't want what you're selling

Go, my friend, there must be a place you can hide

And into the night you'll fade knowing you've lost the game

And just how she got the name of the Snow Queen