Thin Ice
Drift
Frost drew a map on the glass overnight. This opener moves with the quiet unease of noticing something has shifted — coffee going cold, the kitchen light unchanged, but the air carrying a new frequency. Dream pop with Rhodes piano and a low hum beneath. The ice metaphor isn't about breaking. It's about learning how long something fragile can hold.
Lyrics
The frost drew a map on the glass overnight
Every line a border I can't read right
Coffee going cold on the counter again
The light in the kitchen hasn't changed
But something in the air has
Thin ice, thin ice
Held my weight once
Held my weight twice
Every morning a little less sure
Of the surface
Of the floor
The forecast says nothing about this hum
Low-frequency feeling, something to come
A crack you hear before you see the line
The kind that's been there
A long time
Thin ice, thin ice
Held my weight once
Held my weight twice
Every morning a little less sure
Of the surface
Of the floor
Maybe it was always this thin
Maybe I just started listening
The ice isn't breaking
It's teaching me
How long something fragile can hold
Coffee going cold
The light hasn't changed
Variations
- Thin Ice 2:43
- Thin Ice (Variation) 2:40