Black Sabbath

What you get and what you see
Things that don't come easily
Feeling happy in my vein
Icicles are in my brain
(cocaine)
Something blowing in my hair
Winter's ice, it soon was dead
Death would freeze my very soul
Makes me happy, makes me cold
My eyes are blind, but I can see
The snowflakes glisten on the tree
The sun no longer sets me free
I feel there's no place freezing me