Cold bitter morning, another November   Gathering the sticks and the rocks in the park   It's then there came Alice,   sporting the raindrops   sporting the kind that would usually smart      And through these thoughts   and playful ideas,   we join the fools      Cinnamon winter, colder than ice   From the heat of the ice,   we bathe.      Cinnamon winter, vacant and wise   With our hands on the price   we said,      Let not one soul come between us now   You must admit this has been a   Pretty Amazing Day...   Pretty Amazing Day...      Looking into me, you said I was fading   You said I was losing my path to the light   Kill all the prophets, and poor Nostradamus   and placing the sage with the freaks in the zoo      Like when you took us both by the house   and --      Cinnamon winter, colder than ice   From the heat of the ice,   we bathe      Cinnamon winter, vacant to lies   With our hands on the price   we said,      Let not a soul come between us now   You must admit this has been a   Pretty Amazing Day...   Pretty Amazing Day...