Sitting at the Fireplace

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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When all the thoughts are taking over us
Let's meet here
Cause when we are sitting at the fireplace
We can pretend that everything is fine