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 swear that I'm telling the truth and
Truth be told 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