GO!

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 crash-
Shing waves they're drowning 

Will you 
Hold me 
Until mornings light 
And I'll 
Tell you 
What its like to die 
Die tonight
Its to 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

Will you 
Hold me 
Until mornings light 
And I'll 
Tell you 
What its like to die 
Will you 
Hold me 
Until mornings light 
And I'll 
Tell you 
What its like to die