Cold bitter morning, another November
Gathering the sticks and the rocks in the park
It's then there came Alice,
sporting the raindrops
sporting the kind that would usually smart
And through these thoughts
and playful ideas,
we join the fools
Cinnamon winter, colder than ice
From the heat of the ice,
we bathe.
Cinnamon winter, vacant and wise
With our hands on the price
we said,
Let not one soul come between us now
You must admit this has been a
Pretty Amazing Day...
Pretty Amazing Day...
Looking into me, you said I was fading
You said I was losing my path to the light
Kill all the prophets, and poor Nostradamus
and placing the sage with the freaks in the zoo
Like when you took us both by the house
and --
Cinnamon winter, colder than ice
From the heat of the ice,
we bathe
Cinnamon winter, vacant to lies
With our hands on the price
we said,
Let not a soul come between us now
You must admit this has been a
Pretty Amazing Day...
Pretty Amazing Day...
