Slip on the ice once more
Slide down the hill all the way to the bottom.
Breathe in the fumes of cleaner
And fall into my arms.
Iím waiting right here
Crouching down in the bushes waiting.
Iím shivering with cold, I canít take it anymore
I need to find a place with fire and love.
You have snow in your hair
And a smile on your chapped lips.
Place a kiss on mine, equally chapped
And quaking in fear.
Slip on the ice and slide down to me
Iíll catch you as the snow falls around us.
Then we can find a place, warm and sweet to us
And kiss each other with out chapped lips.
Slip on the ice once moreÖ