Britches Love a Gril (But Feels Like Gritches)

[Verse] In the shadowed woods where the cold does bite Britches love a gril in the pale moonlight Whispers crawl like spiders up the spine of trees A love so strange it bends the winter breeze [Verse 2] Frost on the britches but the fire still burns Gril’s eyes like embers taking ghostly turns Hands so cold they bite yet tender as sin A love that haunts the places no one has been [Chorus] Oh britches love a gril but feels like gritches Tangled in the web of stitches and witches A shiver a quake a longing so dire An echo of frost yet fueled by fire [Verse 3] Gril moves like a phantom a flicker of grey Pulling britches deeper where the shadows play Heaves of the earth they murmur her name A call so sweet but it fans the flame [Bridge] Clouds churn the sky in a velvet tide Britches can't unsee where the gril does hide Her footsteps linger on ice cracked and cold But britches chase a truth too brittle to hold [Chorus] Oh britches love a gril but feels like gritches Trapped in the riddle of tangled stitches Her laugh is smoke her eyes catch the mire Twisted by the frost yet burned by desire