�Sweating beneath a firefly moonHe feels a familiar chillAlthough it's the 23rd of JuneHis teeth, they chatter stillJust once, he thinksIt would have been niceTo take a stepAnd not on thin iceAnd not on thin iceRunning to get away from the fearHe trips straight into despairWhat was the point of my being here?Can't I get over there?Just once, he thinksIt would have been niceTo take a stepAnd not on thin iceBut it isn't the coldThat really makes him shakeIt's knowing one dayThe ice is gonna breakJust once, he thinksIt would have been niceTo take a stepAnd not on thin iceAnd not on thin ice
