Pale are the snowflakes that fall for us.
There's one tiny shoe outside in the corridor.
Pale are the primrose you grew my love.
The color of your skin pale and paper thin.
Will you have courage of your tenderness.
When the wolf is at your door the child's against your breast.
Don't tell me that you'll change,
Tell me again.
And they always get away.
It never works out for me.
It never happens to me.
It never happens to me.
It never happens to me.
There's one tiny shoe outside in the corridor.
Pale are the primrose you grew my love.
The color of your skin pale and paper thin.
Will you have courage of your tenderness.
When the wolf is at your door the child's against your breast.
Don't tell me that you'll change,
Tell me again.
And they always get away.
It never works out for me.
It never happens to me.
It never happens to me.
It never happens to me.