Diana Ross - Pieces Of Ice |
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Pieces Of Ice
Diana Ross Walking blind across this silver room Looking through a smoke menagerie In the darkness you're Tunisia Looking at your face inside of me I can't seem to cope It's cold when I look in your eyes Pieces of ice Nights are long entropic Pieces of ice Pieces of ice Pieces of ice Foreign words are strutted through the gloom Where the zebra lightning strikes the room Never close but never far away Women swooping down like birds of prey Night are long entropic I can't seem to cope It's cold when I look in your eyes Pieces of ice Pieces of ice Pieces of ice Pieces of ice |
