(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]