Lovers Day - Icicle Works

We are seldom fully contented

We may have this cross to bear

Where elation meets disaster

You can always find us there

Yes our wisdom holds the secret

Our foolishness the key

We are architects of innocence

Delinquents of prestige

Don’t hold us down, don’t cramp our style

This is lovers' day

We build boats and planes to get here

Lined them up along the shore

To cross this sea of emptiness

Which will bring us to your door

While upstairs in the penthouse

Tigers paw the velvet suite

Witness intellect and playfulness

Now they’re filed and obsolete

Don’t hold us down, don’t cramp our style

This is lovers' day