All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh
All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh
All the icicles are falling down
Like tiny little daggers in the ground
I better run for cover or they'll soon be
Sticking in the softest spots inside of me
All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh
All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh
Some clouds came through my window
That after you left I forgot to close
They came in, collected over my bed
I swear that I am telling the truth and
truth be tell I'm better of dead
All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh
All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh
All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh
All the icicles falling, falling oooohhhh
But I know one day the sun will come out
And the icicles will have no choice but to melt
And I'll forget how this felt