(...) Were 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 we could do To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you. We bury our love in the wintry grave A lump in the snow was all that remained. But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that wed speak. And when spring arrived We were taken by surprise when the flies under our feet bled into the sea And nothing was left for you and me. Were not the same, dear, And it seems to me Theres nowhere we can go With nothing underneath. And it saddens me to say But we both know, well, its true That the ice was getting thinner Under me and you....
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 05:20:27 +0000
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