Lyrics Polishing Silver - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows
I
could
be
like
a
snowflake
Fallen
all
the
way
from
heaven
into
a
magpie's
nest,
Only
to
place
my
powdered
cheek
gently
upon
his
hairy
chest.
I
could
be
his
Maiden
Marianne
gift-wrapped
in
cloak
and
silken
hood,
Oh,
a
robin-redbreast
sitting
high
up
in
the
tree-tops
...-
Of
his
mo(u)rning
wood.
I
need,
I
need
a
silver-furred
A
sugar
sugar-daddy-bear,
Someone
who
loves
the
front
of
me,
Who
likes
to
pay
and
loves
to
care.
A
frizzly
ursus,
strong
but
cute,
Adorable
in
leather,
denim
or
tweed-suit.
I'd
polish
silver,
'cause
I
long
to
be
spooned
On
the
dark,
dark
side
of
the
palest
moon
...
Mandrake
grows
beneath
the
gallows
In
the
shape
of
the
one
thing
That
you
should
never
swallow.
I
know,
he
may
look
like
the
cutest
thing
you've
ever
seen
But,
Honey,
we
just
don't
know
Where
this
old
thing
of
his
had
been
...
I
almost
had
a
secret
love
affair
With
a
dead
boy's
underwear.
I
nicked
it
from
the
mortuary,
But
the
damn
thing
was
far
too
small
for
me.
That's
why
each
time
I
hear
the
postman
ring,
I
can't
help
wondering
what
he
might
bring.
Oh,
will
he
have
something
for
me,
And,
if
so,
I
wonder
...
how
large
will
his
package
be?
The
chimney-sweep,
the
chimney-sweep,
He
came
at
two
o'clock,
I
showed
him
where
the
furnace
was,
And
he
showed
me
his
cock.
He
wore
a
bomber-jacket,
black,
but
his
hair-cut
was
crap,
It
took
him
rather
long
to
finish
his
annual
check
...
A
sylvan
stronghold
for
the
golden
child,
Built
and
looked
after
by
heart
beguiled.
A
guard,
a
servant
and
a
loyal
king,
A
winter-garden
and
a
thermal-spring
...
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