January and the kindred spirit

Can the heart stay mute?
Can the house hide no word?
How I loved those cold mornings
when you light up my world.
See how strange are our birthdays
and how we can’t find the line.
Shard of a bliss is in your embrace
when all your charm is just mine.
We’re the hunting ground for the reaper
Don’t allow him to throw us deeper
We’re the hunting ground for the reaper
Don’t allow him to throw us deeper
Can the heart stay mute?
Can the house hide no word?
How I loved those cold mornings
when you light up my world.