Walking on thin ice I'm paying the price Of 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 some day But tears will dry whichever way And when our hearts returns to ashes It will be just a story It will be just a story I knew a girl who tried to walk across the lake 'Course it was winter and all of this was ice A terrible thing to do They say the lake is as big as the ocean I wonder if she knew