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 we could do,
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
We bury our love in the windsory grave.
Along came the snow, that 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 we'd speak.
And when spring arrived,
We were taken by surprise when the flows under our feet led into the sea.
Nothing was left for you and me.