City of ice.

You're like an icicle
You're like the ice that pulls the
City beneath the ground
We're taking off our clothes
I think you got my head fucked up
The leaves are turning brown
And when the sun comes out
We all will drown

You'd think it's an epidemic
We're dropping left and right
You should quit watching Tarkovsky
To weather the sleepless nights
You know it just gets your head fucked up
And leaves you feeling down
Like when the sun comes out
And we all drown

(On second thought, I really like the ending of "Nostalghia" when the camera just keeps zooming back and back and he's just in the house or in front of the house, in the snow, like with his dog and he's in the um, you know? Because it's like oh my god! You know?)
"Hmm... maybe a little pretentious..."

No! 'cos I'm not pretending you ever feel like the world is ending? and nothing's moving? Well melancholy is soothing at least to me, I mean even if it's just boring and your head gets to nodding and you're snoring and your body's hastily rotting and you sleep with gurneys of downtrodden pillowtalkers that creep phantomwise into your life
There's no escape it's made of ice, it changes shape just to screw our heads in a vice and crush em like grapes
I had a bicycle
But then my bike got stolen
I think it was a government man
And both my eyes are swollen shut
So I can't review our plans
On how to leave this town
And if we don't leave soon
We all will drown

It gets my head fucked up
It gets ahead
Oh yeah