The armada

When winter's falling all around me,
The snow is piling up for miles,
You make the sun brighten up,
So i can see just what you're made of.

Flash your eyes:
The armada of our time,
And this galleon of mine goes down.
As the widening abyss surrounds.

We might not be getting any younger,
These years just keep chasing after years,
But we can make the room just a little darker now,
And shut the whole world out.

You took everything from me,
And i just waited still.