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