Walking on thin ice, I´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 life, you 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 ashes, it 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?