Icy winds scream, banshee like, across the ground
as laden clouds gather, ready to shed their tears...

Broken glass glittering on the concrete...
Puncturing balls and tires and knees...

I cried myself to sleep last night.
Your visit made me cry...

I cried myself to sleep last night.
Your visit made me cry...

Broken glass glittering on the concrete...
Puncturing balls and tires and knees...

Icy winds scream, banshee like, across the ground
as laden clouds gather, ready to shed their tears...