All I see,

is you and I

on a broken field,

in the midst of a


And all I hear,

is the sound of our goodbye,

the sound of our sweet farewell

and all I taste,

is the bitterness

of an empty heart

I've been waiting for a hundred years...

but all I feel,

is the tearing of broken wings,

as we fall from the sky


And all I smell,

is the burning of our future...