Ice forms on the pools of dark
as night pours through every crack
in the fabric of this fraying heart
growing more helpless and inadequate

no matter how deep the yearning
no one dares make contact
Like vapor trails in the sky fading
into the endless night no they won't be back

And I've been down to the baggage claim
The carousel turning round and round
Looking for a label that bears the right name
But what been lost must never be found
in all this sadness all around

In the lonely light before before dawn
The world casts its judgement
down like a pair of dice rolling of the sweaty palm
of a gambler lost in the moment

Ice forms on the rim of the future
as the winter grows colder for this generation
where the bomb was the only thing that was sure
and love was the only thing impossible to mention

And I've been down to the baggage claim
The carousel turning round and round
Looking for a label that bears the right name
But what been lost must never be found
in all this sadness all around