Bloomingbirds fall from this tree Where flower seasons pass Sweet lip and petal wing now Slain upon the grass Frost and glass Frost and broken glass Barefoot on the splinters of your heart Of frost and glass Loveblind and ripping yarns A slither on the vine Snow King, with your thorny eyes My happiness conspires Frost and glass Frost and broken glass Barefoot on the splinters of your heart Of frost and glass