Freya

If I warm my toes, around your fire, who are you to deny, what you bet you lose, so many fly, by your lost excuses, it’s a chance to show, on telephone lines, that you can grow, are not just the fool, who plays for time, but can work the tools , never more than now, what is made right, you need these holy vows, my blood's smoky blue, what do you desire, to know what’s true, I drink your wine.