In the Snow

My mates have all gone married now Off living in a kindred cloud Not that kind They cuddle up with kitten's bone They puddle in their beds at home I still can't find [Chorus] Tell me what you want to see Tell me what you want And I'll take my time And I'll move it forward, now Do you want to come with me Do you want to come And I'll take my time And I'll move it closer, now [Verse 2] I check my stupid phone again No matter that it's 4am It burns my eyes A spotlight's born to shine at night Come what may it always might Burn so bright [Chorus] Tell me what you want to see Tell me what you want And I'll take my time And I'll move it forward, now Do you want to comе with me Do you want to come And I'll take my timе And I'll move it closer, now [Post-Chorus] Slow rodeo Roll over, roll over Slow rodeo In the snow Slow rodeo Hold over, roll over Slow rodeo In the snow [Interlude] High waisted, she tasted like a salacious confrontation salvation From the salivating demarcation of Columbian incarnation of the patron saint of palliation Her milk framed and rose satin, untamed by the silk that framed Her Manhattan trap door which became duly unbattened She's Latin, out cattin' [Verse 3] Does everything that feels so nice Come with an inverted price? I still don't know The ball is clearly in my court And I am happy to report It's moving slow [Chorus] Tell me what you want to see Tell me what you want And I'll take my time And I'll move it forward, now Do you want to come with me Do you want to come And I'll take my time And I'll move it closer, now [Post-Chorus] Slow rodeo Roll over, roll over Slow rodeo In the snow Slow rodeo Hold over, roll over [Outro] Of the humbling Colombian Two socks and a tumble in her slumber skin The summer wind, we crumble some The rock and rumble of a tumbling bubble gum Some other umbrella trellis forgot to tell us that the mellow tangelo is jealous For the various and not necessarily contrary shell show, she said "hell no" The cock bottom temple varies like autumn, lights soft the cost The Fibonacci lost her sauce Into the last remaining hostage boss, sweet toss Now I lay me down to reap the sleep of your selective sedative, repetitive An uncredited she comes, well-vetted, gracefully and studied Blue steadiness, the wrath, the math The not yet fractured tabernacle of the Basil Rathbone and the last disaster casting Impassible laughter blocks my path Blue chaff, blue chaff, blue chaff Blue chaff, blue chaff, blue chaff