| I took the bus down Barthust Street and saw where | |
| all the lonely people meet down there | |
| I sat on a pile of cigarettes and blew | |
| icicles with one sharp breath towards you | |
| There's black ice, | |
| no sign | |
| Temper me and temper this, I've tried | |
| to fit in everything in a small time | |
| The winter brings a heaviness, this weight | |
| is a hand over the things I shouldn't say | |
| There's black ice, | |
| no sign |
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