There is a house
On a dark, deserted plain
Lit by fire
Projecting from within
I approached it fearlessly
Encouraged by an odd glow
You stood there by the door
Sweet child of snow
"Now's not the time"
You said nervously
But I'm not the kind
To give up funny business
I unlocked my chest of things
Everything I'm famous for
I could tell, you loved my pitch
So we got on with the show
Take me back there
So I was about to leave
But my legs just couldn't move
Turns out, you'd pulled the strings
Sweet child of snow