Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep for bitter times ahead For bitter times Ahead And you may say I've given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me The beast In me And winter mocks me Though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve Is tired, sullen and weakened just the same And I have saved the least for last And torn out all who reached for me And I am but a beggar before beauty And failures burden it rests with me I don't remember when it happened When the clocks, they stopped As in their light bare hands were tied And my heart stood still And every man is evil And every man a liar And every word that he speaks Is kindling to the fire