Parson Brown

Couldn't shake the cold away 
  A year alone, stock still and stuck in snow 

  Two black eyes, this phony smile 
  My senses dead, my body bent in ice 

  Then you took off your winter clothes 
  And you leaned against with your eager innocence 

  My brittle knotted wrists twitched 
  Reaching out for it 

  When we're running from the hospital, don't stop.  don't stop. 
  Though the guards'll call, and the cops'll come, don't stop.  don't stop. 
  They do not know us.  we don't stop because of our love.  our love. 
  And we don't need their law, 
  like the paper it's written on, it will fade.  it will melt away. 
  Like snow, it runs to the river below