Walking blind across this silver room   Looking through a smoke menagerie   Looking at your face inside of me   In the darkness you're Tunisia      Nights are long entropic   I can't seem to cope   It's cold when I look in your eyes      Pieces of ice   Pieces of ice   Pieces of ice   Pieces of ice      Where the zebra lightning strikes the room   Foreign words are strutted through the gloom   Women swooping down like birds of prey   Never close but never far away      Night are long entropic   I can't seem to cope   It's cold when I look in your eyes      Pieces of ice   Pieces of ice   Pieces of ice   Pieces of ice