their whispers become like cries
tears fall from blinded eyes
ninty nine have burned as embers
ninty nine have lost their lives
tired arms now fight for life
amidst the crashing waves they're drowning
will you hold me until mornings light
and i'll tell you what its like to die tonight,
its too late to cry now she sees her face and screams
was once so beautiful now kissed by flames
and showered with glass so beautiful,
yet so cruel the way love tends to be
her beauty so cruel the way love tends to be |