It's dreamy weather we're on :: You wave your crooked wand along an icy pond with a frozen moon :: A murder of silhouette crows I saw, and the tears on my face, and the skates on the pond, they spell Alice :: I'll disappear in your name, but you must wait for me somewhere beneath the sea there's the wreck of a ship :: Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide, and the raindrops on my window, and the ice in my drink :: Baby, all that I can think of is Alice :: Arithmetic Arithmetock, I turn the hands back on the clock :: How does the ocean rock the boat :: How did the razor find my throat :: The only strings that hold me here are tangled up around the pier :: And so a secret kiss brings madness with the bliss :: And I will think of this when I'm dead in my grave :: Set me adrift and I'm lost over there :: But I must be insane to go skating on your name :: And by tracing it twice I fell through the ice of Alice :: There's only Alice --uplight --ar 4:5