embers that burn into ash
the fire dosen't stop as long as it's fed

The love that lit the fire
that burns deep within me

I am not louder then
the music that surrounds me

eyes blue as the deepest sea
dare not look for eternity

 a soul as sweet as the ripest fruit
 my fingers I pick and strum the lute

it is madness to look into the abyss
your sweet lips do tremble and kiss

it's not you that I love
it's my love, that I give to you

anger that turns into sadness
for what surrounds us is madness

waiting for my fire to go out
passing it along as I go