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 than 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
We're not the same, dear,
And it seems to me
There's no where we can go
With nothing underneath
And it saddens me to say
But we both knew was true
That the ice was getting thinner
Under me and you
The ice was getting thinner
Under me and you
