Warn your warmth to turn away
Here its December, everyday
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely youll stay (love like winter)
For of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made
Its in the blood, its 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 (yesterday)
Read the lines in the mirror through the lipstick trace:
"Por Siempre."
She said, It seems youre somewhere, far away"
To his face.