David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
He plants the charges on the river
On the ice, on the ice
He'll break the silence of the winter
For a price, for a price
When you hear the sound from far enough away
Even dynamite can purr
Hand in hand along the memory of the way they were
They were
They were walking on the ice of all the things he'll never say to her
They can drive out on the water
Like its land, like its land
He takes the detonator wires
In his hands, in his hands
When you hear the sound from far enough away
Even dynamite can purr
Hand in hand along the memory of the way they were
They were
They were walking on the ice of all the things he'll never say to her
Acres of snow
Long as that all ice stays hard
So they made their home
Safe within their lovely yard
She's got her ear against his heartbeat
In their bed, in their bed
Somehow the things he's never spoken
Have been said, have been said
When she hears the sound from far enough away
Even dynamite can purr
Hand in hand along the memory of the way they were
They were
They were walking on the ice of all the things he'll never say to her