Oh, I walk down the lane
Kissing my sugar cane
Oh, I don't know where the darkness goes
Missing my windowpane
Oh, life's a work of fiction
Wistful wind of a train
Find security in addiction
Lost in gardens insane
Oh, to feel so free in the ice storm, the ice storm
Oh, it's so lonely in the ice storm, the ice storm
Oh, to be so free, so free
Oh, to be so free, so free
Rushing through snowy fields
Museums of the mind
Tempo two ticks ahead of the low, low Speed of Life
I ask the captain what to do and he says something not nice
I ask what's happened to you and you say human sacrifice
Oh, to feel so free in the ice storm, the ice storm
Oh, it's so lonely in the ice storm, the ice storm
Oh, to be so free, so free
Oh, to be so free, so free
Copyright 2004 Beau Philliops