Their whispers become like cries
Tears fall from blinded eyes
Ninty nine have burned as embers
Ninty nine have lost their lives
Tired arms now fight for life
Amidst the crashing waves, they're drowning
Will you hold me until morning's light
And I'll tell you what it's like to die (die, tonight)
It's 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
Her beauty, so cruel
The way love tends to be
Will you hold me until morning's light
And I'll tell you what it's like to die
Will you hold me until morning's light
And I'll tell you what it's like to die