Echoes On Ice - Piano Magic

I have letters from you that you wrote in your sleep

A map of your heart and a plan of your street

And echoes on ice on a blue Winter night

From the spokes of your bike in sub-farenheit

The fox makes a sound like my heart on the backs

Where they’ve laid out the traps

Planes filter back through the night

Making light work of constellations and maps

My opencast heart rewinds back to the start

And plays us again, should we ever part