Warn your warmth to turn away,
Here it´s December,
Everyday. [small girlish echo:] I like that

Press your lips to the sculptures,
And surely you´ll stay. [distant:] love like winter

For of sugar and ice,
I am made. I am made

It´s in the blood,
It´s in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste of blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my war,
From years before, from years before.

She exhales vanilla lace,
I barely dreamt her, yesterday. [echo:] yesterday
Read the lines in the mirror through,
The lipstick trace.
Por siempre

She said "It seems you´re somewhere, far away" to his face.

It´s in the blood,
It´s in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
She wanted love,
I taste of blood.
She bit my lip, and drank my war,
From years before, from years before.

Love Like Winter.

Love Like Winter.

Winter.
Three, four

It´s in the blood,
It´s in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste of blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my war,
From years before, from years before.
From years before.