Iceberg, oh iceberg, haunt me day and night. Why oh why, my iceberg why oh why oh why So, so, heavy, at one end negativity. t'other end so light, so bright, and unsteady. If you my lovely iceberg, where under my control. I wouldn't wear these glasses, I'd maybe not feel so old. But Oh no, Iceberg. You'd never let me see. You have given birth to madness! Which tells stories I could almost believe. But how can i trust an iceberg? They only seem to melt. I'd rather you were an island, Like the heavens on TV. Or maybe even something, thats not just a memory full of them, and me.