Walking on thin ice,nI'm paying the pricenFor throwing the dice in the air.nWhy must we learn it the hard waynAnd play the game of life with your heart?nnI gave you my knife,nYou gave me my lifenLike a gush of wind in my hair.nWhy do we forget what's been saidnAnd play the game of life with our hearts?nnI may cry some day,nBut the tears will dry whichever way.nAnd when our hearts return to ashes,nIt'll be just a story,nIt'll be just a story.nnI knew a girl who tried to walk across the lake,nCourse it was winter when all this was ice.nThat's a hell of a thing to do, you know.nThey say the lake is as big as the ocean.nI wonder if she knew about it?