There's a patch of ice shimmering under the sky,
On the south corner of Bushwick (on the residential side)
And I'm afraid I'll slip.
Most days when it's cloudy and all nights I stay inside,
But it's 2:30 on New Year's Day and outside it's looking bright
And I could use some chips
And a bottle of soda
For my quest to rescue Zelda
Trying to be brave, I touched the puddle to my tongue
And within a millisecond, the bottom of my face went numb
And no one on the street knew anything was wrong.
So I tried to move my arms to find that they were frozen too
And I tried to run away, my legs felt like they were stuck in glue
And I started to hear a storm.
Through my ears poured freezing rain
And it froze my freezing braaaaiiin.
A handful of neighbors gathered underneath the awning
Of the laundromat 200 feet from the corner of my building
And it smacked me like a pinball. It crushed me like a wrecking ball.
I was swallowed by a cold duvet, and the kids are gonna have a snow daaaaaaayyy.
I couldn't bear to find out how the story was gonna end
So I shut my eyes and went to sleep and no one found me dead
Cause everybody stayed inside till March.
And a patch of flowers grew out of the concrete where I lied.
Some boy picked a dandelion to give to a girl he liked
And she gave him a kiss and warmed his lonely heart.
Now they hold each other tight,
And stay in on winter nights.