Icy Altitudes - Icy Altitudes lyrics

Icy Altitudes The rain was falling in deep reds And pale light blues The primary colors Of our yellow ruse Likes it at night Renowned and famous, Swiss chocolate almond And kind of heinous... She saw the tracks By the side of the road Where the midnight freight Would pa** on bye And she felt the pain Of forgotten words That the sweeta** bun Would lift and claim But she couldn't get over The"cinque" by "non" Or was she chilled to the very Bone? "Ur, deux, trois, catre, cinque Deux plus"... I see icy altitudes. By Reisa Gerber