Lyrics: Sara Bareilles/Ingrid Michaelson
Music: Sara Bareilles/Ingrid Michaelson
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon.
It rolls in from the sea.
My voice, a beacon in the light.
My words will be a light.
To carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love
They say that things just cannot grow.
Beneath the winter snow.
Or so I have been told.
They say we're buried far.
Just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt
so wrong.
'Cause you're not where you belong
Inside my arms.
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change.
And life will find a way.
I'll be your harvester of light.
And sent it out tonight.
So we can start again.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt
so wrong.
'Cause you're not where you belong
Inside my arms.
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon.
It rolls in from the sea.
My love, a beacon in the night.
My words will be a light.
To carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?