Ice Cream Phoenix

You don't know just

When to stop and when to go

City streets in the dead of winter

Stop your mind with dirty snow



Walk at night and

Touch your hand to the golden lights

And let them show

Feel the shadows disappearing

I'll smile and say

I told you so



Baby...

Tell me why, if you think you know why

People love when there's no tomorrow

And still not cry when it's time to go

And still not cry when it's time to go

And still not cry when it's time to go?



The wall of your memory

Still echoes your sorrow;

The pictures of sadness

Are not what they seem

So hold out your smile, take

My hand and be happy;

These pictures of sadness

Are not all they seem?



Are you so old that you've no childhood?

Is your timeline so unreal?

That all your sunsets

Come in the morning?

Baby, tell me how you feel?



Shelves of books in your mirror reflected,

The sidewalks and alleys that you've seen

Show colours change as the images fade in

The magical vanishing memory machine



Baby...

Tell me how, if you think you know how

People love when there's no tommorow?

Do people love if there's no tommorow

And still not cry when they have to go

And still not cry when they have to go

And still not cry when they have to go?