To the tune of the same name by Kate Bush
Filked by Trace

He's so damn young
Full of hope, no fear
My heart had frozen over
I thought like him once
Long ago, before I fell

The boy's faith in me is cracking
Little lines, in the ice
Cutting out little lines
In my heart, beating -- watching as
Gnarled hands are spitting, spitting fire

There's something moving
Inside my chest
Beating under ice -- blood thawing
(Help me)
Trying to escape from the cold darkness
(Please, Father)
He's fading -- I must do something
(Father...)