My Sister Grenadine - Those Icicles lyrics

Once you were made out of Those icicles that now are lying In my cold hands Blue eyes a blue sky You keep on running to where The horizon ends And once you were made out of Those eyelashes that I would find In my jar of milk Here in the meantime I go wherever I could Lose my gravity again And this when the telephone would ring And this is with your head over heels And this is when they broadcast the rain And this is like a picture of the wind And this is when and this when oh Those icicles and eyelashes oh And this is when oh this when oh Those icicles and eyelashes oh