The Boy Who Grew Bitter

Snow has fallen
Fallen from his heart and soul
Sits in his garden
Dreaming bout rock n roll
Blood on his fingers
People are out of sight
Wants me to tell him
Everything will be alright

Snow has fallen
Fallen from his heart and soul
Sits in his garden
Dreaming bout rock n roll
Blood on his fingers
People are out of sight
Wants me to tell him
Everything will be alright