(a cappella w/ tambourine)
Oh Ms. Believer, my pretty sleeper.
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road.
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder,
Inside your head, than the winter of death.
[C] I will tell you, [F] I love [Am] you.
But the [F] muffs on your [C] ears will [Am] cater your [G] fears.
[C] My nose and feet are [Dm] running as [Am] we start
To [F] travel through [C] snow. [F] Together we [G] go.
[F] [C] [Am] [G] Together we go (echo)[F] [C] [Am] [G]
[F] We get [C] colder, [Am] [G]
As [F] we grow [C] older. [Am] [G]
[F] We will [Am] [C] walk [G]
[F] So much [C] slower. [Am] [G]
[F] [C] [Am] [G] [F] [C] [Am] [G]
[C] Oh Ms. Believer, [F] my pretty [Am] weeper.
[F] Your twisted [C] thoughts are like [Am] snow on the [F] rooftops. [G]
[C] Please take my hand, we're [F] in foreign [Am] land
As we [F] travel through [C] snow. [Am] Together we [G] go.
[F] [C] [Am] [G] Together we go (echo)[F] [C] [Am] [G]
[F] We get [C] colder, [Am] [G]
As [F] we grow [C] older. [Am] [G]
[F] We will [Am] [C] walk [G]
[F] So much [C] slower. [Am] [G]
[F] [Am] [C] [C] [F] [Am] [C] [G] [F] [Am] [C] [G]
