They call me the iceman but they don't know
That I used to deliver kisses on wounds and hugs
When the nightmares scared my brave pirate.
They call me the iceman but they don't know that once
This heart, too, held fire.
They call me the iceman but they don't know
That inside this shell there are ghosts and nights filled with thunder;
They call me the iceman but they don't know
What is hiding under.
I lie awake at night sometimes
Thinking about what I could have done different,
But the bed is empty by my side
And the address book is filled with names that mean less than nothing
They call me the iceman and I take comfort in that
Because it gives me a reason to pretend that I don't care.
They call me the iceman and I am relived, indeed
That I can believe it enough to fool myself.