"This is my winter song to you.
The storm is comin' soon;
It rolls in from the sea.

My voice, a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love...

They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.

They say we'll bury fall,
Just like a distant star;
I simply cannot ( Read more... )