| Walking on thin ice
|
| I’m paying the price
|
| For throwing the dice in the air
|
| Why must we learn it the hard way
|
| And play the game of life with your heart?
|
| I gave you my knife
|
| You gave me my 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
|
| But the tears will dry whichever way
|
| And when our hearts return to ashes
|
| It’ll be just a story
|
| It’ll be just a story
|
| Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai
|
| Ooh-ahooh
|
| «I knew a girl who tried to walk across the lake
|
| 'Course it was winter when all this was ice
|
| That’s a hell of a thing to do, you know
|
| They say the lake is as big as the ocean
|
| I wonder if she knew about it? |