After the Flame - ATB

How many days since we’ve spoken

How many times have you tried

To mend the pieces of my broke-broken heart.

Don’t tell me everything’s over

Don’t take the sun from my eye

It’s much too late to be alone.

When our love grows old

And the flower gets cold

I will scream out, should I live.

'Till there is no room to die

When the colors fade, on the world we’ve made

I will keep on trying, long after the flame is dying.

When our love grows old

And the flower gets cold

I will scream out, should I live.

Too late, too long to mention

Too wide to keep it inside

This renovation of my wound-wounded soul.

You are the wind of adventure

You are the sun in my eye

You are the one who keeps me whole.

When our love grows old

And the flower gets cold

I will scream out, should I live.

'Till there is no room to die

When the colors fade, on the world we’ve made

I will keep on trying, long after the flame is dying.

When our love grows old

And the flower gets cold

When our love grows old

And the flower gets cold

(When our love grows old).

How many days since we’ve spoken

How many times have you tried

(And the flower gets cold).

To mend the pieces of my broke-broken heart

(When our love grows old)

Don’t tell me everything’s over.

Don’t take the sun from my eye

(And the flower gets cold)

It’s much too late to be alone.