Words of Wisdom
Love Like Winter
By
AFI
Warn your warmth to turn away.
Here it's December every day.
Press your lips to the sculptures
and surely you'll stay
for of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made.
Chorus: It's in the blood, it's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love. I taste of blood.
He bit my lip and drank my war
from years before, from years before.
She exhales vanilla lace.
I barely dreamt her yesterday, yesterday.
Read the lines in the mirror
through the lipstick trace "Por Siempre".
She said, "it seems you're somewhere far away" to his face.
It's in the blood, it's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love. I taste of blood.
He bit my lip and drank my war
from years before, from years before.
