Death cab for cutie.

We're not the same, dear, as we used to be.
The seasons have changed and so have we.
There was little we could say, and even less we could do,
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak.
And when spring arrived,
We were taken by surprise when the floes under our feet,
Bled into the sea.
And nothing was left for you and me.


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