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
