text: Oh, Ms Believer, my pretty sleeper
  Your twisted mind is like snow on the road
  Your shaking shoulders prove that its colder
  Inside your head than the winter of dead
  I will tell you, I love you
  But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears
  My nose and feet are running as we start
  To travel through snow, together we go
  Together we go
  We get colder as we grow older
  We will walk so much slower
  Oh, Ms Believer, my pretty weeper
  Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops
  Please, take my hand, were in foreign land
  As we travel through snow, together we go
  Together we go
  We get colder as we grow older
  We will walk so much slower