~              I woke early one morning
                  Turned to her and said
                      Irene i love you so
            But i just have to let you know
          The things you do are killing me
           Even though it seems real slow
                You say that you love me
               And you'll never let me go
If thats true why are you as cold as winter snow
           A queen of ice on a throne of bone
         The winter palace you call your home
               Unfortunately i hate the cold
          And cannot live on thorn and bone
                      so it occurs to me
            That you seem like a winter rose
               Beauty for the looking glass
                    But not for me to hold