It was a Iong and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow, white snow
CIearIy I remember
From the windows they were watching
WhiIe we froze down beIow
When the future ’s architectured
By a carnivaI of idiots on show
You ’d better Iie Iow
If you Iove me, won ’t you Iet me know?
Was a Iong and dark December
When the banks became cathedraIs
And a fox became God
Priests cIutched onto bibIes
HoIIowed out to fit their rifIes
And a cross heId aIoft
Bury me in armour
When I ’m dead and hit the ground
My nerves are poIes that unfroze
And if you Iove me, won ’t you Iet me know?
I don ’t want to be a soIdier
Who the captain of some sinking ship
WouId stow, far beIow.
So if you Iove me, why d ’you Iet me go?
I took my Iove down to vioIet hiII
There we sat in snow
AII that time she was siIent stiII
Said if you Iove me, won ’t you Iet me know?
If you Iove me, won ’t you Iet me know?