I took the bus down barthust street and saw where
All the lonely people meet down there
I sat on a pile of cigarettes and blew
Icicles with one sharp breath towards you
There's black ice,
No sign
Temper me and temper this, i've tried
To fit in everything in a small time
The winter brings a heaviness, this weight
Is a hand over the things i shouldn't say
There's black ice,
No sign
