Icicles

All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh

All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh

All the icicles are falling down

Like tiny little daggers in the ground

I better run for cover or they'll soon be

Sticking in the softest spots inside of me

All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh

All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh

Some clouds came through my window

That after you left I forgot to close

They came in, collected over my bed

I swear that I am telling the truth and

truth be tell I'm better of dead

All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh

All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh

All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh

All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh

But I know one day the sun will come out

And the icicles will have no choice but to melt

And I'll forget how this felt