Walking blind across this silver room
Looking through a smoke menagerie
In the darkness you're Tunisia
Looking at your face inside of me I can't seem to cope
It's cold when I look in your eyes
Pieces of ice
Nights are long entropic Pieces of ice Pieces of ice
Pieces of ice
Foreign words are strutted through the gloom
Where the zebra lightning strikes the room
Never close but never far away Women swooping down like birds of prey
Night are long entropic
I can't seem to cope
It's cold when I look in your eyes
Pieces of ice Pieces of ice
Pieces of ice
Pieces of ice.
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