Ice-Machine Goodbye

Ice falls in the bin Cold plastic on my skin

(cold, so cold) You are never calling back Leaving nothing on the

rack

Room 214 is finally still

Condensation on the window sill

Heard you talking through the drywall pane

Every whisper washing down the drain

I wait here by the vending light No heavy winter coat

in sight Last call for the words we missed

Ice falls in the bin Cold plastic on my skin

(cold, so cold) You are never calling back Leaving nothing on the

rack

Coat check ticket in my pocket fold

Now the lobby floor is getting old

The roommate knew before I did

Behind the door where the key was hid

I wait here by the vending light No heavy winter coat in

sight Last call for the words we missed

Ice falls in the bin Cold plastic on my skin

(cold, so cold) You are never calling back Leaving nothing on the

rack

Cold plastic... No coat on the rack...

(no, no)