Icicles Songtext
von Vowel

their fear hangs down like icicles. (melting. sinking cries.)
these ghost town citizens protest our occupancy of this town
surfacing into an uncertain day;
even more uncertain months and years.
you don′t care what you do, but i do, for some fucking reason.
how was oakland? and your boyfriend?
i hope he took you to all the fancy places i never could take you to in your birthday month.
your picture still hangs on my wall for some
reason. it might be the memories, might be treason.
i'm not sure anymore, ask me when i′m done.
i hope that landmass sinks into the sea with the both of you.
and i've ventured interstates through oceans of trees.
every day is the same but i know it's everyday that i change.


i know that you let this rose go. pedal by pedal,
like the days we knew were numbered,
like the days we knew we would quickly throw away.