Oh, I walk down the lane    Kissing my sugar cane    Oh, I don’t know where the darkness goes    Missing my windowpane    Oh, life’s a work of fiction    Wistful wind of a train    Find security in addiction    Lost in gardens insane       Oh, to feel so free in the ice storm, the ice storm    Oh, it’s so lonely in the ice storm, the ice storm    Oh, to be so free, so free    Oh, to be so free, so free       Rushing through snowy fields   Museums of the mind   Tempo two ticks ahead of the low, low Speed of Life    I ask the captain what to do and he says something not nice    I ask what’s happened to you and you say human sacrifice       Oh, to feel so free in the ice storm, the ice storm    Oh, it’s so lonely in the ice storm, the ice storm    Oh, to be so free, so free    Oh, to be so free, so free       Copyright 2004 Beau Philliops