icicle on the edge of the sky i reach out slowly just like i was blind and i hear voices that howl on a freak of night then i see myself shattered in your eye what could it be you re one of my tribe you were born to be mine cause you re one of my tribe captured in the shadow and crawling in the dark it s gonna be a cruel year it s gonna take me to the heart and hell no wonder you re out there so won t you come on in and all doors are open need to slide inside your skin what could it be oh you re one of my tribe you were born to be mine you re one of my tribe i have this dream here i have this desire to lay right down with you on a funeral pyre i wake up crying i wake up alone oh come on come on i ve come to take you home what could it be oh oh you re one of my tribe you were one of my kind oh you re one of my tribe you were born to be mine you re one of my tribe 