paroles de chanson Salome - Peter Doherty
In
the
cold,
coldest
of
nights
The
fire
I
light,
to
warm
my
bones
I′ve
had
enough,
of
the
dreadful
cold
And
from
the
flames,
appears
Salome
I
stand
before
her
amazed
As
she
dances
and
demands
The
head
of
john
the
baptist
on
a
plate
In
the
morning,
shaken
and
disturbed
From
under
soft
white
fur
I
see
the
dust
in
the
morning
bright
sets
the
room
alive
And
by
the
telly
appears
Salome
I
stand
before
her
amazed
As
she
dances
and
demands
The
head
of
Isidora
Duncan
on
a
plate
Oh,
It's
Salome
Oh,
It′s
Salome
In
the
cold,
coldest
of
nights
The
fire
I
light,
to
warm
my
bones
I've
had
enough,
of
the
dreadful
cold
And
from
the
flames
appears
Salome
I
stand
before
her
amazed
As
she
dances
and
demands
The
head
of
any
bastard
on
a
plate
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