Icy cold,    Feeling stoned,    Every thought we ever stole,    No one answers telephones.       All is there,    Call is high,    I am in too we and I,   Should have told you in the sky.          Our mistake,    every day,    almost I wish I could phone,    every hour is its own      We decide where we want to go, too many times, I don’t know.       My favourite quote someone wrote    On the wall where I hang my coat   I think it said beer helps us cope      Open grace,    all awake,    I felt alone when I thought Thursday    was supposed to be that way.       Hope is on,    taking off,    never mind we would rather walk.    Then again, I think I’d stop      We decide where we want to go    Taken aside I don’t know.