I Am the Winter - The Family Crest

Maybe there’s a heart

Slowly beating for you in the dark

That casts a sturdy sound

Slowly lifting out above the ground

But it’s not mine this time — this time

No, it’s not mine this time — this time

Maybe there’s a man

That’s holding out, love, his undying hand

With a warmth, a loving spark

To pull you out, away, love, from the dark

But oh, my love, I am the winter, and my arms are cold

And, dear, my gale breaks us to splinters, and my wake is bold

The things I gave to take, the hearts I loved to break

The words that slowly fade to nothing, to nothing

To nothing, to nothing…

So maybe there’s a heart

Slowly beating for you in the dark

But it’s not mine this time — this time

No, it’s not mine this time — this time