In the hollow of her wrinkles
She drags on a cigarette butt lit a hundred times
When I reach out my hand through the smoke
She was so pretty, my doll
She whom the angels had forgotten
And if we'd looked at her a bit
Winter wouldn't have broken her
There's kind of an acid taste
She says she's lucid
Never settling down again
She drags on a cigarette butt lit a hundred times
When I reach out my hand through the smoke
She was so pretty, my doll
She whom the angels had forgotten
And if we'd looked at her a bit
Winter wouldn't have broken her
And your heart in winter, I keep it warm
While waiting for the sun to return
And if mine spends the winter warm
Know that I'm watching over you
She was so pretty, my doll
She whom the angels had forgotten
And if we'd looked at her a bit
Winter wouldn't have broken her
She was so pretty, my doll
She whom the angels had forgotten
And if we, if we'd looked at her a bit
Winter wouldn't have broken her
Winter's already lasted too long