Cross

Left, right, left, right, left, cross
Left, right, left, right, left, cross
over and over until it's just right
I practice and practice all through the night.
Left, right, left, right, left, cross.

Under my feet.
Under my feet.
The ice is so cold, so hard,
yet so vulnerable, so flawed.
Under my feet.

But if I slip, I could fall.
But if I slip, I could fall.
So easily I could lose my grip
So easily I would flip.
But if I slip, I could fall.

And if I fall
And if I fall
I could get hurt again
run into the fence.
And if I fall.

I could die.
I could die.
If I hit my head in just the right way
my whole life could simply slip away.
I could die.

Left, right, left, right, left, cross
under my feet.
But if I slip, I could fall.
And if I fall,
I could die.