He has a taste of anger. And it's oh so sweet. He likes to make it linger. And he pulls in every single string. We get a warm welcome wrapped in frost. He'll give her every little thing. Sings the sweetest songs to me. She is his favourite little thing. You will be wandering through some beautiful moments. I hear the bluebells ringing. With touch of cooling winds. His sore throat's screaming out of his angry mind. These melodies of softest cream heal her skin. He says we will be healing. And it's oh so neat. I shall repaint the picture. And dye it into abstract art. I need a cloud to jump on somewhere to dream. to pick my own sparkling sun. Tunes of velvet breaking in. Into my heart on a constant run. He can provide a safe place when thoughts get heavy. He will be carrying them oh all of them for you. He will be poisoning her still growing mind. These melodies of softest cream will heal her skin. I'll try to catch the sun beams. They'll be for you my girl. Let shades away be shining. You are my brightest little pearl. You will be his princess in his land. He'll give you every little thing. Scented cherries of finest brand. He'll do it all to make her cling