A series of unfortunate events.

Winter cold ice; drop hard onto my phosphurus skin,
Daggered and corporate, i am letting you in.
All along the meadow we had,
Its a promise i'm keeping to be glad.

What am i to do with you?
What am i going through?

Lets dream something real...

Summer-slain honey drop onto my leatherhead,
Young and youthful against the grassy soft blades.
All along the stream we had,
Its a lie that we could do without.

What am i to do with you?
What am i going through?

Lets do something flawless...

I shall tell you,
Oh comatose child, perfect and charitable, angelic and mild.
I will lie to you,
Oh decietful sin, hostile and irritable, demonic hard skinned.

What am I to do with you?
On my phospurus,
What am i going through?
In my leatherhead,
What am I to do with you?
Something real
What am i going through?
Something flawless.

Something real, something flawless,
Something thats the opposite of you,
Something thats the opposite of you.
Something thats the opposite of you.
Something thats the opposite of you.
Ohh...