I think the changer's out to get me.

[kiya]

And like the moon upon the water
Gives diamonds to the sea
I pray that when the snow is gone
You'll return to me

Through this bitter, bitter cold
I thought I'd always have you to hold me
Hold me through the storm
And keep me warm
Through this bitter, bitter cold . . .

--Tara MacLean, "In The Wings"

It followed that with Bryan Adams's "Heaven", and see what it's doing to me now.