He’s here... don’t look at his hands. The sun was a weight, pressing on the street Melting the tar beneath our tiny feet My sister and I, we were bone-dry and broke While the black ice truck exhaled a frozen smoke No colorful stickers, no jingle, no bell Just a metallic groan, like a secret to tell Icy Izak leaned out, skin like curdled milk His long, white fingers... soft as winter silk. Cold, cold, bitter and blue He doesn't want money, he wants a piece of you Take a lick, take a bite, lose your golden light Now we’re just shadows, dancing in the night "No pennies?" he rasped, like sandpaper on glass "I’ll take a small trade, let the hot hunger pass." He touched my throat, felt the song in my chest Plucked out my favorite tune, left a hole in my breast For Wendy, it was different, he wanted her innocense A match for his darkness, a flower for his sense One touch of his finger, a sting like a pin When she grows up living her life daily in sin. This iceman is bad, he is the devil... The ice cream was sparkling, purple and deep But it tasted like secrets that dead people keep No flavor of berry, no sugar, no sweet Just the taste of the North Pole, and a bitter defeat Now I try to scream, but my voice is a haze While he sells my laughter... in a frozen glaze. Cold, cold, bitter and blue He doesn't want money, he wants a piece of you Take a lick, take a bite, lose your golden light Now we’re just shadows, dancing in the night. Look at the pavement... where did our shadows go? I can hear myself singing... inside the truck... He’s selling my song... for a dollar...
