The Icicle Works

There's something happening in the cauldron of love, We eagerly wait to feel the labours of love, On the shallow river, we were hatching schemes, Maybe life isn't what it seems, Under grapefruit moon, we would roll in the grass, You said those times

The Icicle Works Out Of Season 作词:Robert Ian Mcnabb Daddy, daddy, I have found the girl that I want to live with Her eyes are as dark as November when it falls on our village If I stand on a chair, I can see here house from my bedroom window She smok

When in the winter of our discontent We found a way To tie a bond between our hearts In the open field should there we lay Found a sharp stone, found a big tree Found a clear space in the bark Laughing louder chance a fine thing Moving slowly off the

Some things take forever But with building bricks of trust and love Mountains can be moved Love come, down upon us 'til you flow like water Burning, with the hope of insight Feathered, look they're covered with a bright elation Stolen, in the sight o

The Icicle Works I Still Want You 作词:Robert Ian Mcnabb Yesterday I saw you walking with your new man I know it's been the longest time, I hope you understand I couldn't stand to see you there or look into your eyes Now that all the hurt is gone, I've

Armadillo skin and the leafy green, Our minds are where we keep her, The ideals born of the western world, Were always buried deeper, When at the end of the working day, We imitate the mountains, Riding high on a wanderlust, To question what we came

Some things take forever But with building bricks of trust and love Mountains can be moved Love come down upon us 'till you flow like water Burning with the hope of insight Feathered, look they're covered with a bright elation Stolen in the sight of

We are seldom fully contented, We may have this cross to bear, Where elation meets disaster, You can always find us there, Yes our wisdom holds the secret, Our foolishness the key, We are architects of innocence, Delinquents of prestige, Don't hold u

When day is done, wind in my sails, With confidence, how could we fail, Fingers can pass through fire, And somehow not get burned, Hang your hopes upon, all you've learned, Only when I find you, Will I use your lines for guidance, Will I subsequently

My friend and I were talking one evening Beside some burning woods Trading tales of places we came upon When the times were good Spoke of a girl, he viewed like no other Whom he had come to know I swallowed hard and listened intently Resigned beside