Texty: Sarah McLachlan. 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 subtler ways 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

I don't like your tragic sighs
as if your god has passed you by
well hey fool that's your deception

Your angels speak with jilted tongue
the serpent's tale has come undone
you have no strength to squander

The only comfort is the moving of the river...

Only a fool's here to stay

Only a fool's here to stay

Only a fool's here