Feeling nostalgic today. See also, Postmodern Doodles and Quinn & Levy's Greatest Hits...

We walked towards the edge of the ice
and saw that it was thinning
We tested the ice with caution
and saw it was not giving
So we stepped out upon the ice
and walked nervously grinning
Supporting those who had lost their balance
by holding one another's hands in the beginning

Yet sometime during our adventure
we discovered letting go
could get us somewhere farther
We began to cover every edge of the ice
while shouting to one another
But soon the chill in the air
began to feel colder and colder
And one by one
we drifted back to the center
Warmth that day
came to those in numbers
but it was the chill in the air
that kept the ice from melting

  

See also, 1982 on Vimeo...


  

True...


  

And here's the movie...


  

  

She's coming over,
we'll go out walking,
Make a call on the way.

She's in the phone booth now,
I'm looking in.
There comes a smile on her face.

There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday.
There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday,
yeah.

I'm too much with myself,
I wanna be someone else.
I'm too much with myself,
I wanna be someone else.
I'm too much with myself,
I wanna be someone else.

So we take off out Fiona's door,
Walk until it's light outside,
Like before when we were on the phone.

We have to laugh to look at each other.
We have to laugh 'cause we're not alone.

As the cars fly up King St.
It's enough to startle us,
It's enough to startle us

I love my drug buddy.
My drug, my drug buddy.
I love my drug buddy.
My drug, my drug buddy.

  

  

  

I dreamed you, I saw your face
Caught my lifeline when drifting through space
I saw an angel, I saw my fate
I can only thank God it was not too late

Over mountains I floated away
Across an ocean I dreamed her name
I followed an angel down through the gates
I can only thank God it was not too late

Sing a little song of loneliness
Sing one to make me smile
Another round for everyone
I'm here for a little while

Now I'm walking this street on my own
But she's with me everywhere I go
Yeah I found an angel, I found my place
I can only thank God it was not too late
I can only thank God it was not too late
I can only thank God it was not too late

  

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