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