Salome – Peter DohertyBy In the coldest, the coldest of nightsOf fire and light to warm my bonesI’ve had enough of the dreadful coldAnd from the flames of his silent maidI stand before her amazed as she dances and demandsThe head of John the Baptist on a plateAnd in the morning, shaken and disturbedAmong the soft white furSee all the dust dance in the morning lightSets the room alightAnd by the telly of his silent maidWell, I sit up amazed as she dances and demandsThe head of Isadora Duncan on a plateAnd his silent maidI stand before her amazed as she dances and demandsThe head of John the Baptist on a plateIn the coldest, the coldest of nightsOf fire and light to warm my bonesAnd I’ve had enough of the dreadful coldAnd from the flames of his silent maidI stand before her amazed www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20