Lynx Snare

Cold Eyes You lie in the tall grass there In the tall grass there Lay low Lynx snare in the blankets there In the blankets bare I felt it coming You felt it coming Did I know Tucked in snow underneath me Cradle caught tangle taught tied to your tree Now you look into my eyes like you own me But I've kept calm true selflessly Cold Eyes You lie in the tall grass there In the tall grass there Lay low Lynx snare in the blankets there In the blankets bare I felt it coming You felt it coming