Out of Season - Icicle Works

Daddy, daddy

I have found the girl that I want to live with

Her eyes are as dark as November

When it falls on our village

If I stand on a chair

I can see here house from my bedroom window

She smokes cigarettes

She says its much too late for her to stop now

Listen do you think that she’s right for me

No, stop laughing, c’mon now honestly…

Her father regards me with caution

As I wait in his library

The scent of tobacco

And the silence of the room are inside me

Ask but what’s to gain

And what am I to say

I never knew the feeling when it came my way

I’m about as happy as I could be

I really think the Spring will bring

A change in me

There’s something growing out of season