Icicles

All the icicles
Falling falling ooh, oh
All the icicles
Falling falling ooh, oh
All the icicles
Are falling down
Like tiny little daggers
In the ground
I'd better run for cover
Or they'll soon be
Sticking in the softed spots
Inside of me

All the icicles
Falling falling ooh, oh
All the icicles
Falling falling ooh, oh
Some clouds
Came through my window
But after you
Left I forgot to close
They came in
And collected over my bed
I'm swear
That I'm telling the truth
And truth be tell
I'm better off dead

All the icicles
Falling falling ooh, oh
All the icicles
Falling falling ooh, oh
All the icicles
Falling falling ooh, oh
All the icicles
Falling falling ooh, oh
But I know
One day the sun will come
And the icicles
Will have no choice but to melt
And I'll forget how this felt