Walking on thin iceI m paying the price. I m throwing the dice in the air. Why must we learn it the hard way And play the game of life with our hearts? I gave you my lifeyou gave me your 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 someday. A kiss will dry whichever way. And when my heart returns to ashesit will be just a story. It will be just a story. And you go and try to walk across the lake Crossed it with winter and all of this is ice A terrible thing to do. They say the lake is as thick as the ocean. I wonder if she knew? |
|