Peter Doherty Salome

In the coldest, the coldest of nights

Of fire and light to warm my bones

I’ve had enough of the dreadful cold

And from the flames of his silent maid

I stand before her amazed as she dances and demands

The head of John the Baptist on a plate

And in the morning, shaken and disturbed

Among the soft white fur

See all the dust dance in the morning light

Sets the room alight

And by the telly of his silent maid

Well, I sit up amazed as she dances and demands

The head of Isadora Duncan on a plate

And his silent maid

I stand before her amazed as she dances and demands

The head of John the Baptist on a plate

In the coldest, the coldest of nights

Of fire and light to warm my bones

And I’ve had enough of the dreadful cold

And from the flames of his silent maid

I stand before her amazed