Salome Lyrics - Grace/wastelands - Pete Doherty

In the cold, the coldest of nights 

The fire I light, to warm my bones 

I've had enough, of the dreadful cold 

And from the flames, appears Salome 

I stand before her amazed 

As she dances and demands 

The head of John the Baptist on a plate 

In the morning, shaken and disturbed 

From under soft white fur 

I see the dust in the morning bright sets the room alive 

And by the telly appears Salome 

I stand before her amazed 

As she dances and demands 

The head of Isadora Duncan on a plate 

Oh, it's Salome 

Oh, it's Salome 

In the cold, the coldest of nights 

The fire I light, to warm my bones 

I've had enough, of the dreadful cold 

And from the flames, appears Salome 

I stand before her amazed 

As she dances and demands 

The head of any bastard on a plate