John Lennon - Double Fantasy - 16 - Walking On Thin Ice

Walking on thin ice
Im 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 whats 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 will be just a story
It will be just a story

I knew a girl who tried to walk across the lake
course it was winter when all this was ice
Thats a hell of a thing to do, you know
They say the lake is as big as the ocean
I wonder if she knew about it?