We're ruled by a governing frost It melts beneath alcohol briefly And then bites back We breathe on panes of glass A circle appears before freezing again And it's taking its time Degree by reluctant degree And night by night The snow is still melting and doesn't it take its time? We're ruled by a governing frost It's as thin as a wedding veil Too heavy to lift for a kiss And a kiss brings warmth But not nearly enough to finish the thaw And call spring from six months in clothes This calls for bold, naked honesty Petrol, a match and a torch The snow is still melting and doesn't it take its time? To have lost almost all feeling, Jesus, didn't that take a while? Well the snow may have melted but it covered all kinds of dirt We can take one brush each, start sweeping and we'll clear this up. Well the snow may have melted but it covered all kinds of hurt We can take one brush each, start sweeping and we'll clear this up. Clear this up.