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