we move a pond   a pond that we trust   ice, as thin as the air   we wear our boots with tightly laced strings   frozen circle carving midnight skating   jeremiah falls through the cracks,   in the middle where the ice does lack   we see his lips they are trembling blue   but hey why don't you save him?   we see him flop we see him gasp for air   and sarah starts in after him   she stumbles slow yeah drops to her knees,   "but hey who will save me?"   it comes, it comes to spring   five months we haven't thought of him   its too much, it is too much   too much young eyes   and is it too much, is it too much   too much for your eyes   and well its too much for mine