High on a snow covered mountain
From her throne she looks down at the clowns
Who think youth can be found in a fountain

High on the wings of a rhythm
She will smile at the guys
Who come on with her eyes
But she'll never dance with 'em

And in somke-filled rooms of electric sounds
A legend is build around the snow queen

You may believe you're a winner
But with her you will soon bite the dust
And discover you're just a beginner

You may not think you're a loser
But in mid0air you'll be hung out
You'll trip on your tongue
And it'll only amuse her

In the morning haze you are frozen there
Caught in the icy stare of the snow queen

No, my friend
She doesn't want what you're selling
Go, my friend
There must be a place you can hide

Into the night you'll fade
Knowing you've lost the game
Just how she got the name of the snow queen