'm a weirdo that’s whynI secretly comes bynNow two icicles appearnAbout to lovennWe're two icicles on a spreenAnd icicles’ they are freenAnd you belong to menLike icicles belong to the seannI'm so happy when it rainsnWe remain, still everything will changenI'm so happy when it rainsnWe're the same, still everything will changennYou could call this lovenIf you make me feel wantednLet's call this lovenYou can write our namesnOn the tree that you have chosennYou ought to know