Icicles کے بول

All the icicles Falling falling ooh, oh All the icicles Falling falling ooh, oh All the icicles Are falling down Like tiny little daggers In the ground I'd better run for cover Or they'll soon be Sticking in the softed spots Inside of me All the icicles Falling falling ooh, oh All the icicles Falling falling ooh, oh Some clouds Came through my window But after you Left I forgot to close They came in And collected over my bed I'm swear That I'm telling the truth And truth be tell I'm better off dead All the icicles Falling falling ooh, oh All the icicles Falling falling ooh, oh All the icicles Falling falling ooh, oh All the icicles Falling falling ooh, oh But I know One day the sun will come And the icicles Will have no choice but to melt And I'll forget how this felt