petra björkvall

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 that we could do,
to stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.

We buried our love in a wintery grave.
A lump in the snow was all that remained
But we stayed by its side, as the days turned to weeks.
And the ice keept getting thinner with every word we'd speak.

and when spring arrived, we were taken by surprise
when the flows under our feet bled into the sea
and nothing was left for you and me.

we're not the same dear and it seems to me.
There's nowhere we can go with nothing underneath.
And it saddens me to say that we both knew was true.
The ice was getting thinner under me and you.