Three below

-3°C, fog

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Alice:

It’s dreamy weather we’re on You waved
your crooked wand Along an icy pond with a frozen moon A murder of
silhouette crows I saw And the tears on my face And the skates on the
pond They spell Alice I disappear in your name But you must wait for
me Somewhere across the sea There’s a wreck of a ship Your hair is
like meadow grass on the tide And the raindrops on my window And the
ice in my drink Baby all I can think of is Alice Arithmetic
arithmetock Turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock
the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that
hold me here Are tangled up around the pier And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss And I will think of this When I’m dead
in my grave Set me adrift and I’m lost over there And I must be
insane To go skating on your name And by tracing it twice I fell
through the ice Of Alice And so a secret kiss Brings madness with
the bliss And I will think of this When I’m dead in my grave Set me
adrift and I’m lost over there And I must be insane To go skating on
your name And by tracing it twice I fell through the ice Of Alice
There’s only Alice