I woke in the snow

With my face on the pavement

And icicles hanging off

Most of my clothes

10 picket fences

For 10 perfect houses

With green little

Gardens lined up in a row

I walked past the

Gardens and into the trees

And I found myself rather lost

And I picked a nice clearing

I dropped to my knees

I said I will

Et home at any cost

But they found

Me in the snow

Icicles on all my clothes

Surrounded in the

Splinters of 10 picket fences

For 10 perfect houses

There shattered and scattered

All across the road

I stand and I look at

The wreckage around me

I whistle and turn

I start walking home

And it ＇ s back through

The gardens and through

The same trees to the clearing

I passed out in before

And I threw up my hands

To admit my defeat

When the chemicals

Erupted once more

And the clearing grew

And began to bend

And all the sun light

Started pouring in

And you walked up all

Bathed in white

And you stripped me naked

You held me tight

But they found me in the snow

Icicles on all my clothes

Surrounded in the splinters