I can take the blame.
Now, bitter, cold, and alone I reach for your love
but it's gone, lost in the embers of our dying past,
burnt up in the ashes of our mistakes, forever burnt up
in the love we thought would always last. I feel its warmth
deep inside my soul, but I cannot reach far enough
to get it back. I feel some resemblance of what we once were,
but it seems like so long ago, and so far away. If I could
turn back time and erase the flames, would all
the love return...or will our love forever burn itself out
in time...dying in flames...is that the only act...then
the end of the play? Will love come for us again...someday?
In my soul I stir the ashes, looking for some dying flame...
trying to ignite what we once were, what we could again be,
but you have no desire to help me...you only want
to set me free. You have forgotten about you & me. I dream
about your kisses, and the warmth of your caress...
the way you eyes would tempt me and the dreams of our success.
The pain only gets greater, it never fades away...
unlike the ashes...old, and cold and grey. Your love
was like a dream, a rainbow bridge in time...and for
the end of it all I find no reason or rhyme.
In my heart I find no solitude, in my heart I only find pain...
can there be a way to save our love, or am I trying in vain?
I watched our love burn to ashes, and I watched you put out
the flame; have we lost all the love, are we both to blame?
Now, bitter, cold, and alone I reach for your embrace,
if only I could still see the love in your face.
One day you kissed away my tears, and took away
my childish fears, but now I am alone...lost without
your love...There will be no more laughter, no more hope
of someday soon, no more silent walks at midnight,
and no more crying each day at noon. Only pain, then fire,
and then ashes as our love goes down in flames.
Don't worry my love...I can take the blame.