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