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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