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lyrics
I read a fairy tale, ladies fair, knights in mail.
Try and fail, return to sender, fender bender, spend yer night in jail.
Turn the page, get in a rage, mark my place with a rusty nail.
I closed that book up quick as quick
Marked my place with a burned out matchstick
Filled my pockets with guitar picks and poured into the street.
Because summer was my lover but she said she had to go
There was no discussion so I said goodbye and braced for snow
But a shivering breeze reminded me of her heat and how I missed her
Then here she shows up at my doorstep, what was I to do, I kissed her
And though the thickness of our lips aligned might call to mind those days behind
And drag us, crazy, laughing, to the street
I’d better know she still will go. Leaves will fall and half way down they’ll turn to snow
And I will find the body that’s wrapped around this heart of mine chest-deep in the frozen brine.
Chest deep in the frozen brine.
A hard wind came and brought me fame and ‘hey there fella what’s your game?’
‘Oh me? I hurt like hell in Jesus name and you should do the same.’
See, this path would lead to joy except this path is joy. And hurts like hell, and boy
You wouldn’t believe how far this path has swept me out to sea,
And played havoc with summer and me,
Til I couldn’t even tell who was winning: me, or summer, or havoc.
But while sinking I saw it, my only hope:
On the crest of a wave, a beautiful rose.
I took hold and it kept me afloat
As the next Ice Age popped and broke,
And I thank whoever’s that rose was, because it wasn’t mine,
But it kept me chest-deep in the frozen brine.
Chest deep in the frozen brine.
This book’s gone mad, like a wild colt
That I can’t put down though she revolt.
Mark my page with a lightning bolt
Touched to my lips and I swallowed it whole
But I could not keep it down at all
Like there was something inside that did not love a wall
My stomach lining turned silver then, And my eyes went shooting gold
And to my surprise I find There is this heat
that radiates from down inside my chest,
deep in the frozen brine.
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