Picture without sound

If this is the ice age
This is the ice age
This is the ice age

There’s a tread of his old head on the spare bed
Long gone the passion to astound
Silence awakes then overtakes, this is a picture without sound

Picture without sound
Picture without sound
Picture without sound

In the stark cold empty park she did remark upon
How quickly he made love
Please understand he is a man he’ll tear the fingers from your glove

You got your eyes on me
I’m waiting by the sea

If this is the ice age
This is the ice age
This is the ice age

If it really is the end I must defend
My body had been tightly wound
In the hotel our passion fell into a picture without sound

Picture without sound
Picture without sound
Picture without sound will break down

You got your eyes on me, on me
Two bodies come to life
I’ll change it, I can’t change it
We’ll go to bed and I will feel how I feel
Alone, alone

If this is the ice age
This is the ice age
This is the ice age