The Family Crest

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
No it's not mine 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
No it's not mine this time