Testo The Icebear

We don't want to kill herAs Thom Yorke wanted toAnd we don't really see herCause she went far awayShe's writing seven e-mailscontaining not too many wordsIn writing she's eccentricShe likes to see the pirynäsSometimes there's not a single wordFor quite a long long timeBut them again you realizeThat she is still alive, still aliveLike an icebear, drifting awayOn melting ice in Northern SeasDrifting, day after dayBut after all, that's just her wayyou knowAnd as she's taking her Placeboshe could have changed her taste in menShe did not, which meant some hard timeBut now hard time has gone away, gone awayLike an icebear, drifting awayOn melting ice in Northern SeasDrifting, day after dayBut after all, that's just her wayyou knowSometimes there's not a single wordFor quite a long long timeBut them again you realizeThat she is still alive, still aliveLike an icebear, drifting awayOn melting ice in Northern SeasDrifting, day after dayBut after all, that's just her wayyou know