Text: Sarah McLachlan. The Freedom Sessions. Ice.

The ice is thin, come on dive in
Underneath my lucid skin, the cold is lost, forgotten
Hours pass, days pass, time stands still
Light gets dark and darkness fills my secret heart forbidden

I think you worried for me then
The subtle way that I'd give in but I know you liked the show
Tied down to this bed of shame
You tried to move around the pain but, oh, your soul is anchored

The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
Offer what you can, I'll take all that I can get
Only a fool's here

Well, I don't like your tragic sighs
As if your God as passed you by, well, hey fool, that's your deception
Your angels speak with jilted tongues
The serpent's tale has come undone, you have no strength to squander

The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
Offer what you can, I'll take all that I can get
Only a fool's here to stay, only a fool's here to stay, only a fool's here