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