Do what the others do, you always hear them say
You watch the painted dress of crystal gold
Across the windswept square
Slowly pass down the river
To see the old grey man
Of winters pass before me
To see the old grey man
Of winters past before me
You sleep, too deep, to cry
Aghast, to creep, too shy
We stand watching, your frozen breath
But it's too late, to cry
We're going, home now
We're going, home
We're going, home now
A light, a subterfuge
Along the streets of expressionless faces
A chance of reconciliation
A silver outline of a figure
Alone in the dark night
A chance to live that past
Of silhouettes once seen
A moment to live that past
Of silhouettes once seen
You sleep, too deep, to cry
Aghast, to creep, too shy
We stand watching, your frozen breath
But it's too late to cry
We're going, home now
We're going, home
We're going, home now
We didn't pass a thing
We could have been Easier
Walking On Ice