Verse 1: I took the bus down Bathurst St. and saw where, All the lonely people meet down there. I sat on a pile of cigarettes and blew, Icicles with one short breath t'wards you. Chorus: There's black ice No sign Verse 2: Oooooohhh oooooohhh And temper me temper this, ive tried, In fit in e'vry thing in a small time. The winter brings a heavyness this way, So hand over the things i shouldnt say. Chorus: There's black ice No sign There's black ice No sign