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 'til morning's light'
And I'll tell you what it's like to die tonight,
It's too late to cry.

Now she sees her face and screams,
You're once so beautiful, now kissed by flames,
You're showered with glass, so beautiful...

Yet so cruel, the way love tends to be,
Your beauty - so cruel, the way love tends to be,
Your beauty - so cruel, the way love tends to be.

Will you love me 'til morning's light'
And I'll tell you what its like to die,
Will you love me 'til morning's light'
And I'll tell you what its like to die.