She said with the cancer-curing voice of an angel
That I bet the rain is colder when you're standing next to me
And the ten, ten reasons why I'm still alive
Could fill the backseat of your girlfriend's

Ride, ride, ride

Enter the void of our simple minds
And he will lead you through December
With his hands tied behind his back
He will leave his comfort in your hands
To keep his comfort
To keep his comfort and conscious
From ever, from ever coming back

Never, never, never

So still, a plague on both your houses
A scale to keep still
This plague will burn your bones
And this cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold city is his home
And there he stands

Supreme, supreme, supreme