run from the land of ice and snow
where the heart beats so slow
from the midnight sun
burns my eyes
but you have to love her so
she must have her own answer
to her,  and forgive all, to why she is blue
no not
red sat with her today
make you more purple
or maybe white came alone
singing that song
well let me enlighten you
Violet was a piolet
slipped right out of palace
right in your face
but Chris
we love you to
and yes that might hurt you
but you are here so we do.