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