Those Icicles Lyrics

My Sister Grenadine Those Icicles

Once you were made out of
Those icicles that now are lying
In my cold hands

Blue eyes a blue sky
You keep on running to where
The horizon ends

And once you were made out of
Those eyelashes that I would find
In my jar of milk

Here in the meantime
I go wherever I could
Lose my gravity again

And this when the telephone would ring
And this is with your head over heels
And this is when they broadcast the rain
And this is like a picture of the wind

And this is when and this when oh
Those icicles and eyelashes oh
And this is when oh this when oh
Those icicles and eyelashes oh