Snow Queen (Live)

High on her 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 the 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 mid-air 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

Oh, 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 the name of the Snow Queen

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