Lyrics

Icicle

I can begin, underneath the sun that turns my skin to brown, to turn a sword into a plough into the ground
And pass it to and fro and to and fro, but I cannot melt and icicle with snow
I can pretend, ship upon a river bending out of view, and my passage and my passenger is you
Pointing out your own horizons as I row, but I cannot melt and icicle with snow
This is my test—how can the heavens touch the land
This is my test—how can the oceans fill with sand
This is my test—how can a woman love a man
Unless my way is your way
And so I ask, how long a man can last upon this earth, and his brother as the keeper of his curse
And the trading eye for eye and blow for blow, when you cannot melt and icicle with snow

© Music and words by Al Halliday