Lyrics:

When dark comes creep'n in
Cold air and the brittle wind
When sound stops and the grief get's old
It takes guts to fight the cold

I got to hand it to you
You know it's darkest before it’s light
I got to hand it to you
You keep the long view always in sight

So hold me, heal me
Teach me, love me
Listen to me, just do these things
And when you're done
I can pass it along
Again

There comes a time to sit and cry
To ask questions and wonder why
A voice inside will come to view
It lets you know just what to do

It’s just you
It’s just me
The more things change
The better we see
We do these things
And we'll do it again
We’ve got each other
We’ll fight to win