My hair

My hair doesn't grow like your hair
At night i have it changed for serpents
They shine all over my body
All over my body

My hair doesn't grow like your hair
It turns into locks of snow and silver
My hair doesn't grow, it mutates
Like serpents around my neck
Medusa can't compare
How tragic her beauty
How tragic her beauty

Oh

My hair doesn't grow like your hair
At night I have it changed for serpents
They shine all over my body

If I lay down my hair
He will climb the silver stairs each night
Crawling in my bed
Telling me never to age
I'm centuries old anyway
It's too late

Have you seen it change with the years?
I was morphing away
I was, I was
Does that make me any different now
That I'm morphing away
I am, I am

Oh