Icy White & Crystalline

Lyrics for Icy White & Crystalline

You don't know how hearts burn Or how much of what dances on the head of a pin You can fit in before dawn of the day when the day dies As it does, as it does And I'm up your stairs Bannister like a barrister For the prosecution on the charge of prostitution I find you a bed and the bed browns with the heat, heat, heat While I wobble by the door and wonder If that's what they call sleep, your struggle to my stagger In you, in you, in you And up your sneak Banister like a barrister For the prostitution on the charge of prosecution Oh, you don't know how heat turns me on And how it turns me in To whatever dances on the head of a pin Before the dawn of the day when the day dies As it does, again, again