Woorden: ATB. After The Flame.

How many days since we've spoken
How many times have you tried
To mount the pieces of my broke-broken heart

Don't tell me everythings over
Don't take the sun from my eye
It's much too late to be alone

When our love grows old
And the flower gets cold
I will scream out, Should I leave
'Til there is no room to die

When the colors fade, on the walt we've made
I will keep on trying, long after the flame is dying

Too late, too long to mention
Too wide to keep it inside
This revelation of my wound-wounded self
You are the wind of adventure
You are the sun in my eye
You are the one who keeps me whole

When our love grows old
And the flower gets cold
I will scream out, Should I leave
'Til there is no room to die

When the colors fade, on the walt we've made
I will keep on trying, long after the flame is dying

When our love grows old
And the flower gets cold
When our love grows old
And the flower gets cold

(When our love grows old)
How many days since we've spoken
How many times have you tried
(And the flower gets cold)
To mount the pieces of my broke-broken heart
(When our love grows old)
Don't tell me everythings over
Don't take the sun from my eye
(And the flower gets cold)
It's much too late to be alone