Icicle - Tori Amos

Icicle, icicle, where are you going?

Where are you going?

Icicle, icicle, where are you going?

I have a hiding place when Spring marches in

Will you keep watch for me?

I hear them calling

Gonna lay down

Gonna lay down

Greeting the monster in our Easter dresses

Father says, «Bow your head like the Good Book says»

Well, I think the Good Book is missing some pages

Gonna lay down

Gonna lay down

And when my hand touches myself

I can finally rest my head

And when they say, «Take of his body»

I think I’ll take from mine instead

Getting off, getting off

While they’re all downstairs

Singing prayers, sing away

He’s in my pumpkin pj’s

Lay your book on my chest

Feel the word, feel the word

Feel the word, feel the word

Feel the word, feel it

I could have, I should have

I could have flown, you know?

I could have, I should have

I didn’t, so…

Icicle, icicle, where are you going?

I have a hiding place when Spring marches in

Will you keep watch for me?

I hear them calling

Gonna lay down

Gonna lay down

Lay down

I’m gonna lay down