We're not the same, dear, as we used to be The seasons have changed and so have we There was little we could say and even less that we could do To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you
We buried our luck in the wintery grave Alone then (?), the snow was all that remained Though we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak
And when the spring arrived we were taken by surprise when the flows under our feet led into the sea And nothing was left for you and me
We're not the same, dear, and it seems to me There's nowhere we can go with nothing underneath Then it saddens me to say what we both knew was true That the ice was getting thinner under me and you The ice was getting thinner under me and you |
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