"Frozen Aisle" lyrics

Won't make a fool of myself in the middle of the frozen aisle
While voices are streaming meaninglessly at the back of my head
While I'm looking for ice cream

I have no idea where they keep leading my thoughts
But the rest of the store doesn't need to hear of it
I breathe through my nose on the glass of the windows
The freezers are humming along to announcements

No one is at the checkout
Seems just machines
Well I've no good things to say
These days
Anyway

Won't make a fool of myself in the middle of the frozen aisle
Won't make a scene I'll contain the extremes of my mind just for a little while
But I'm searching for meaning
I'm searching for meaning

No good things to say
No good things
No good things to say
No good things
No good things to say
These days
Anyway