It's you... It's you... It's a dream that I forgot. That had not forgotten me. It's returning to my thoughts, And playing on repeat. It's a film over my eyes, Which are more and more opaque. 'Cus your voice has been the sound That's been keeping me awake. It's you... In the middle of the Winter In a sea of evergreens. She could almost be my sister, She is prettier than me. And her mouth that never moves, But I hear a melody. But every single living, breathing thing is sadder than the trees. It's you... I am the whisper, a splinter, the Winter. I am with you always. I am with you always. I am the whisper, a splinter, the Winter. I am with you always. I am with you always. It's you... It's you...