Touching flowers with your scream   Meeting sweets   She smiles like cream   When your hair hides melting grace   Worn out minds won't touch your face      I am leaning far, too far above the ice   So I'll feed my hands with cheeks of other names   I am lying under tons of porcine snow   Polyester absorbs me      Fawn at last my parents cried   About my green and my last white   Now my darling goes to him   She will dare her cross's skin      I am leaning far, too far above the ice   So I'll feed my hands with cheeks of other names   I am lying under tons of porcine snow   Polyester absorbs me      I'm using gloves