In the coldest, the coldest of nights

Of fire and light to warm my bones

I've had enough of the dreadful cold.

And from the flames of his silent maid

I stand before her amazed as she dances and demands

The head of john the baptist on a plate.

And in the morning, shaken and disturbed

Among the soft white fur

See all the dust dance in the morning light

Sets the room alight.

And by the telly of his silent maid

Well, I sit up amazed as she dances and demands

The head of isadora duncan on a plate.

And his silent maid

I stand before her amazed as she dances and demands

The head of john the baptist on a plate.

In the coldest, the coldest of nights

Of fire and light to warm my bones

And I've had enough of the dreadful cold.

And from the flames of his silent maid

I stand before her amazed.