White Foxes

Poses, poses, that's all you are to me Roses, roses, that's all you're offering me And oh I wish to God that the earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again You gave me my very first gun I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome With white foxes, with white foxes Freeze Hunger, hunger, is the purest sin It is an empty church in a crowded bin I've wept and I've stumbled I fought and I craved for the gravy of your soul But all I want to do now is walk among The barren trees and fields of snow You gave me my very first gun I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome With white foxes, with white foxes Freeze Freeze My eye is my sanctuary My eye is my sanctuary My eye is my sanctuary My eye is my sanctuary