Hearts will always turn to dust

Walking on thin ice
I´m paying the price
For throwing the dice in the air
Why must we learn it the hard way
And play the game of life with your
heart

I gave you my knife
You gave me my life
Like a gush of wind in my hair
Why do we forget what´s been said
And play the game of life with our
hearts

I may cry some day
But the tears will dry whichever way
And when our hearts return to ashes
It´ll be just a story
It´ll be just a story

"I knew a girl
Who tried to walk across the lake
´Course it was winter and all this was ice
That´s hell of a thing to do, you know
They say this lake is as big as the ocean
I wonder if she knew about it?"
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