Their whispers become like cries tears fall from blinded eyes ninety nine

Have burned as embers ninety 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