We're ruled by a governing frost
It melts beneath alcohol briefly
And then bites back
We breathe on panes of glass
A circle appears before freezing again
And it's taking its time
Degree by reluctant degree
And night by night

The snow is still melting and doesn't it take its time?

We're ruled by a governing frost
It's as thin as a wedding veil
Too heavy to lift for a kiss
And a kiss brings warmth
But not nearly enough to finish the thaw
And call spring from six months in clothes
This calls for bold, naked honesty
Petrol, a match and a torch

The snow is still melting and doesn't it take its time?
To have lost almost all feeling, Jesus, didn't that take a while?

Well the snow may have melted but it covered all kinds of dirt
We can take one brush each, start sweeping and we'll clear this up.
Well the snow may have melted but it covered all kinds of hurt
We can take one brush each, start sweeping and we'll clear this up.
Clear this up.