WALKING ON ICE
Walking on ice
I don’t want
To slow down
I don’t want to fall
So I slide along
Going backwards
Watching the face
Of a future tyrant
In a malignant clown
The call of a wall
Who doesn’t belong
Buried in the yard
Walking on ice
I don’t want
To slow down
I don’t want to fall
So I slide along
Going backwards
Watching the face
Of a future tyrant
In a malignant clown
The call of a wall
Who doesn’t belong
Buried in the yard
You’re on fire, Jon!