The Snow

I hope that the doctors in your town

Can give you the pills that you crave

I hope that they teach your mind how to behave

And I hope that Jesus still saves

I hope that Jesus still saves

I know the doctors in my town

And I know how much they get paid

It takes convertibles to hear what I say

But it takes heaven to hear me pray

It takes heaven to hear me pray

So when you wake up in the morning

And you're too scared to go to school

Don't tell them all that you're leaving

And don't you play the fool 'cause baby you're no fool

You're no fool

You're no fool

You're no fool

I know that you won't let me touch you

'Cause I've got hands made of ice

And they crack and dissolve when they feel something nice

And they melt at a terrible price

And they melt at a terrible price

I know that you won't let me love you

'Cause you've got hair made of snow

And if it fell off of my bed where could it possibly go

'Cept down to the river below

Except down to the black river below

So when you come home in the evening

And you're too scared to go to bed

Don't tell them all that you're staying

And don't you say you're dead 'cause baby you're not dead

You're not deadx3

You're not deadx8