Midnight Snow - The Wishing Tree

don’t lose your soul

to the syrup king

who sends you flowers

dark as the raven’s wing

don’t lose your way

in the midnight snow

its kiss is colder and longer

than you know

i can’t wash my hands of you

i’m stained right through

love is a fire that burns

but never betrays you

fathoms below in

a twilight world

like fairground horses

we go where the wheels insist

blind from the lights

and the anisette

distorting mirrors

deep and as hard as jet

i can’t wash my hands of you

i’m stained right through

love is a fire that burns

but never betrays you

i can’t wash my hands of you

i’m stained right through

love is a fire that burns

but never betrays you

all that he has

is a power that persuades

run to the light that flickers

but never fades