it's the winter of love,    and i've been dreaming of   our folded fingers feeling   but dear, you've slipped off that glove   nuclear winter of love,    at my feet and in the sea above,   your black canopy crept over me    and showed me what i'm dying of.   i said, "tell me what you want and i'll…"   you said, "i just want to be alone."   and with the sun, you were gone.   go on, renounce your throne   but i know you don't want to be alone,   you just don't want to be the queen anymore.      from the dust of the fallout,    i am sprung into the spring of doubt   i am flooding the receiver    and my hair is falling out.    yeah, i know it's been falling out   but all of a sudden i recognize    all the cracks inside the mirror   and every truth behind my lies   could heaven drop a bomb on me?   i thought she hadn't the artillery.   this is the last time i'll listen to me.   go on, renounce your throne   but i know you don't want to be alone,   you just don't want to be the queen anymore.   and when the winter melts its final tear   with the heiress, i shall disappear   and baby, you won't find me here    anymore.