salome

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