When you roll like ice turning to waternIt reminds me to take off my clothes againnBut I don't shake and I don't freezenand I am not gonna crawl for younnWhen you scream like a child boiling in waternI seem to remember that sometimes there's no endnBack when I was a poet I wrote about your spleennI knew you were a glass, still I threw you into the airnBut I don't cry and I don't smilenand I am not gonna crawl for younnow