Pieces Of Ice
Canciones de Diana Ross

Walking blind across this silver room

Looking through a smoke menagerie

Lookin' at your face inside of me

In the darkness you're Tunisia.
Nights 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.
Where the zebra lightning strikes the room

Foreign words are strutted through the gloom

Women swooping down like birds of pray
Never close but never far away.
Nights are long entropic
I can't seem to cope
. . .
Nights are long entropic
I can't seem to cope
. . .