No leaves on the trees flowers made of stone
Just a cold bitter wind
Blowing through my bones
If only I could fall through myself
You're the fire I long for
There's nothing I want more
Than feel your flame, get my fingers burned
You're the fire I long for
All golden, all green
Wither silent before me
Just this cold bitter wind
That locked me in this body
You're the fire I long for
There's nothing I want more
Than feel your flame, get my fingers burned
You're the fire I long for
You're the fire I long for
You're the fire I long for
There's nothing I want more
You're the fire I long for
You're the fire I long for
There's nothing I want more