We're not the same, dear, as we used to benThe seasons have changed and so have wenAnd there's little we can saynEven less that we can donTo stop the ice from getting thinner under me and younnWe buried our love in the wintery gravenA lone pair of snow was all that remainednWell we stayed by side as the days turned to weeksnAnd the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speaknnWhen spring arrived we were be taken by surprise nThat the flows under our feet bled into the seanAnd nothing was left for you and mennIt's not the same, dear, that it seems to menThere's no where we can go with nothing underneathnAnd it saddens me to say what we both knew was truenThat the ice was getting thinner under me and younThe ice was getting thinner under me and you