Sugarcoating salt mines
Nothing wrong with some lies
He tells, he knows I despise
To see the truth with my eyes
Nose bleeding and freezing
Staying up and wheezing
Tension building, seizing
Blew white dust, spilled some gin
And I
Might romanticize
His little disguise
But we've all got our demons
Demons
Ha ha
Demons
Mister Snowman, can I see the world in
Rose coloured glasses when it all collapses?
Will you hold my hand through the wind
When there's no one else on the field?
Mister Snowman, will you keep me going?
It can't be all wrong if it keeps me afloat
There's too much dirt to be clean
I'd rather hide it under a seal
And I
Might romanticize
Your little disguise
But we've all got our demons
And my
Could you be the kind
Brave hero to fight
For what I want to be feeling
Feeling
Ha ha
Feeling