You're just too good to be true, a new soul in a winter's tale.
I watch the winter song unfold from the Wuthering Heights.
Falling slowly through the Dark Divine I know you are my only hope.
Women have loved before as I love now.
There was Samson who was better, faster, and stronger.
There was the rogue who tamed the shrew.
My merry song that I cannot help but utter around you is what I've been searching for all my life.
Now the great expectations are gone.
The landslide did not take the pieces of my heart.
The wild things cannot hold my pocket of sunshine.
Stop all of the clocks, cut off the telephone for my love has finally come.