Things happening that maybe you don't know
Its must be keeping on the low
The cold is covering me while you play in the snow
Stones will always be discovered to throw

Grab it up, grab it up
I wanna make a grave by myself
As a last Christmas present for you
So I don't to spoil the surprise
I'll pick you at noon and all of you will be mine

Sole you and me, in a forest which you won't be able to see
A cold and grotesque love is all you need
It's getting dark and you start bleeding sitting in a dry tree
I'll write our names with a heart on that tree

I will make you a heart of stones and snow
So you don't cry anymore, so you don't cry anymore