Cold bitter morning, another November Gathering the sticks and the rocks in the park It's then there came Alice, sporting the raindrops sporting the kind that would usually smart And through these thoughts and playful ideas, we join the fools Cinnamon winter, colder than ice From the heat of the ice, we bathe. Cinnamon winter, vacant and wise With our hands on the price we said, Let not one soul come between us now You must admit this has been a Pretty Amazing Day... Pretty Amazing Day... Looking into me, you said I was fading You said I was losing my path to the light k** all the prophets, and poor Nostradamus and placing the sage with the freaks in the zoo Like when you took us both by the house and -- Cinnamon winter, colder than ice From the heat of the ice, we bathe Cinnamon winter, vacant to lies With our hands on the price we said, Let not a soul come between us now You must admit this has been a Pretty Amazing Day... Pretty Amazing Day...