Snow Queen

High on a snow-covered mountain

From her throne she looks down at the clowns

Who think youth can be found in a fountain

High on the wings of her rhythms

She will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes

But she'll never dance with them

And in smoke-filled rooms of electric sound

A legend is built around

The Snow Queen

You may believe you're a winner

But with her you will soon bite the dust

And discover you're just a beginner

You may not think you're a loser

But in mid-air you'll be hung while you trip on your tongue

And it'll only amuse her

In the morning air you are frozen there

Caught in the icy stare of

The Snow Queen

No, my friend, she doesn't want what you're selling

My friend, there must be a place you can hide

And into the night you'll fade, knowing you lost the game

And just how she got her name of

The Snow Queen