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. We're not the same, dear, And it seems to me There's more where we can go With nothing underneath. And it saddens me to say But we both know, well, it's true That the ice was getting thinner Under me and you. The ice was getting thinner Under me and you.