Snow Queen - The Association

High on a snow covered mountain

From her throne she looks down at the clowns

Who think youth can be found in a fountain

High on the wings of her rhythm

She will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes

But she’ll never dance with them

And in smoke filled rooms of electric sound

A legend is built around the snow queen

You may believe you’re a winner

But with her you will soon bite the dust

And discover you’re just a beginner

You may not think you’re a loser, but in midair

You’ll be hung while you trip on your tongue

And it’ll only amuse her

In the morning haze you are frozen there

Caught in the icy stare of the snow queen

No my friend, she doesn’t want what you’re selling

Go my friend, there must be a place you can hide

And into the night you’ll fade, knowing

You lost the game and just how she got

Her name the snow queen