incomplete
The red golden treetops gloat at my passion to you It is about that point where everything freezes first the fire in our veins, subsided to an amber and we bandle for warmth Someone turn on the boiler, open the gated to hell as far as I care, just let some warmth in At the middle of winter she will return A I only strive to fix a fire for her to warm her flesh and bone another is destined to keep her hot my heat I shall diract at you, here, now, forever I cannot contain it withine me any longer, and I wont wait for that which wont come ש.
The red golden treetops gloat at my passion to you It is about that point where everything freezes first the fire in our veins, subsided to an amber and we bandle for warmth Someone turn on the boiler, open the gated to hell as far as I care, just let some warmth in At the middle of winter she will return A I only strive to fix a fire for her to warm her flesh and bone another is destined to keep her hot my heat I shall diract at you, here, now, forever I cannot contain it withine me any longer, and I wont wait for that which wont come ש.