Walking on thin ice

I'm paying the price

For throwing the dice in the air

Why must we learn it the hard way

And play the game of life with your heart



I gave you my knife

You gave me my life

Like a gush of wind in my hair

Why do we forget what's been said

And play the game of life with our hearts



I may cry some day

But the tears will dry whichever way

And when our hearts return to ashes

It'll be just a story

It'll be just a story



"I knew a girl

Who tried to walk across the lake

'Course it was winter and all this was ice

That's a hell of a thing to do, you know

They say this lake is as big as the Ocean

I wonder if she knew about it