Lyrics:

In the cold I hold a weapon next to you
And winter's a surrealist
There's a fire for your hands that tremble as you
Find the words that I could not mention
Facing the north pole in August
Wishing on frilly in June
With the cold I hold a weapon next to you
And winter's a surrealist
There's a fire for your hands that tremble as you
Find the words that I could not mention
Facing the north pole in August
Wishing on frilly in June

Facing the north pole in August

Wishing on frilly in June