Prelude A Spark of Hope
Interlude It's all Smoke and Mirrors
Daccapo Burning Passion
Fine Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
Sitting at the fireplace
Sparks are flying by
The darkness is coming over me
On wings black as the night
I have my head up in the sky
The air is filled with smoke
Therefore I'm breathing heavily
And hope is a sweet lie
The burning heat
Of glow and flames
The passion in your eyes
You seem to live
So happily
Please tell me
Why can't I?
And in a row of late-night talks
The ashes became cold
The glow is gone
The fire's out
The smoke is blown away
And even though the world is dead
Our memories are alive
We'll be forever sitting here
Singing songs from long forgotten times
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Sitting at the Fireplace
PoetrySitting at the fireplace Sparks are flying by The darkness is coming over me On wings black as the night I have my head up in the sky The air is filled with smoke Therefore I'm breathing heavily And hope is a sweet lie The burning heat Of glo...
