Ice

Die like cherry blossom Hagakure with perfume Deadly with make up on But it just won't do I have ice instead of heartburn She has ice on her fingers We have ice in the oven But it just won't do If there's no reason for your words Then your silence ain't absurd If there's no reason for your breathing Then it just won't do There is ice in my vision There is ice always in season I want cold air not your treason It won't do Hagakure with perfume Hagakure with perfume Hagakure with perfume Hagakure with perfume Hagakure with perfume Hagakure with perfume Hagakure with perfume Hagakure with perfume