A butcher, a baker,
Your own undertaker,
Your body that shivers
Face down in the river
The coldest of cold
Which way did you go?
Over the hills and through the snow

Tracking your steps
As I trudge through the storm
Soon I'll make you
A cute girl in the morgue
Run if you can
It's hard without shoes
The game is afoot
And soon you will lose

I was alone before, I was alone
This heart of broken glass
Has turned to stone

Run like hell,
You don't stand a chance.
We're miles from home
Where the sun don't dance
And I'm holding out for you

Catching a scent,
The smell of your fear
I'm closing the gap
The ending is near
Cry if you want,
It won't do you good
It's pretty cutthroat i
In this neck of the woods