ATB >> After the Flame

[Yarda]

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 flame gets cold

I will scream out, Should I leave

'Til there is no room to die



When the colors fade, on the what 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 soul

You are the wind of invention

You are the sun in my eye

You are the one who keeps me whole



When our love grows old

And the flame gets cold

I will scream out, Should I leave

'Til there is no room to die



When the colors fade, on the what 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