That look I want to freeze for a future time For everyone to see Modeled by the shapes of things to come Snow falls around your face and I Follow you inside Into your den of silver and gold Those traps they set will never capture you They want your skin but you hold on tight Until it’s time to fight Skin of fire. Crystalline eyes I must confess I want them all for myself Maybe in the next world Time will tell Words spill like wine From a creature’s smile Those traps they set will never capture you They want your skin but I hold on tight To you tonight