Fever Ray - Keep The Streets Empty For Me

i´m laying down eating snow
my fur is hot, my tongue is cold
on a bed of spider web
i think how to change myself

a lot of hope in one man tent
there's no room for innocence
so take me home before the storm
velvet mites will keep us warm

whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty for me

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