I woke in the snow with my face on the pavement and icicles hanging off most of my clothes   10 picket fences for 10 perfect houses with green little gardens lined up in a row   I walked past the gardens and into the trees   And I found myself rather lost   And I picked a nice clearing    I dropped to my knees   I said I will get home at any cost      But they found me in the snow   Icicles on all my clothes   Surrounded in the splinters of 10 picket fences for 10 perfect houses   There shattered and scattered all across the road   I stand and I look at the wreckage around me   I whistle and turn   I start walking home      And it's back through the gardens and through the same trees to the clearing I passed out in before   And I threw up my hands to admit my defeat   When the chemicals erupted once more   And the clearing grew and began to bend   And all the sun light started pouring in   And you walked up, all bathed in white   And you stripped me naked    You held me tight      But they found me in the snow    Icicles on all my clothes   Surrounded in the splinters