Walking blind across this silver room Looking through a smoke menagerie Looking at your face inside of me In the darkness you're tunisia
Nights 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
Where the zebra lightning strikes the room Foreign words are strutted through the gloom Women swooping down like birds of prey Never close but never far away
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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