Rituals

The fog came, then the rain
Morning dew all over you

On your feet, dirty shoes
To myself, I want you
Fur, fur
Fur, fur

The fog came, then the rain, the fog came, fur
The rain came down again, the rain came, fur
Look at you made of bone, pretty girls killing time
Blood-red dress of lace, ten tears wet your face
Fur, fur
Fur, fur

Fur

Fur

Fur

Fur

Fur
Fur
Fur
Fur
Fur