When the summer is fast
The [bad word] will be slow
That's when I fell in love
With my winter rose
And it felt just like
An angel that came
Like a magic light
Like a little flame
Signs will fall to us
When the point brakes through

 There's no kindest words
Than the blistering [bad word] People call for love
When it's almost too much
It's the faceless shame
That you cannot touch
If you say you love me
Then I ever owe you
When you are full of bee
Then I have my eye on you