On Ice

I’m on ice, it’s breaking now
I’m alright, and so they say, it’ll pass
Wooden like photographs
You’re not moving, the glass cracks
You’re not moving, I can see it
You’re not moving, next to me
You’re not moving, I can see it
You’re not here
The more that I try to stay
The less of me remains
And on a lonely walk of faith
I want your light in the same place, place
The more that I try to stay
The less of me remains
You’re not moving
And on a lonely walk of faith
I want your light in the same place
You’re not moving
You’re not moving, next to me
You’re not moving, it’s clear that
You’re not moving
You’re not moving, I can see it
You’re not moving, next to me
You’re not moving, I can see it
You’re not here
You’re not moving