After The Flame — ATB

How many days since we've spoken? How many times have you tried To mend the pieces of my broken heart? Don't tell me everything's over Don't take the sun from my eyes It's much too late to be alone

When our love grows old And the fire gets cold I will scream and shout it Till there is no room to doubt it When the colours fade On the world we made I will keep on trying Long after the flame is dying

Too late too long to mention Too wide to keep it inside This renovation of my wounded soul You are the wind of invention You are the sun in my eye You are the one who keeps me whole.

When our love grows old And the fire gets cold I will scream and shout it Till there is no room to doubt it When the colours fade On the world we made I will keep on trying Long after the flame is dying