Ice, cold cold ice.
We all will pretend to be shiverless,
When time casts its lock on you,
Memories frozen in space,
We know that in time there's an end to this place.
Maybe we'll always come back a little short,
But we don't seem to care,
Tied up inside we just,
Feel that glow,
From the center of the sun,
And we know one day it will come,
The cold cold ice...
And when there's no when, we'll know we're about to begin,
And wonder if there's anymore wars left to fight,
As we carefully place all the locks,
Back on the doors.
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