Set between, the fire and me, seeing the embers rise, ashes give way, turning to day, bringing coldness to my skies, while looking abroad, hoping to dream, as fires rage in our eyes, turn I must, from ashes to dust, as you slowly sink into my demise I take a step forward, to feel the warmth of passion, but the flames grow dimmer, as I grow weary close, I battle and I boast, but you're the ultimate winner, So you seek, the fire's warmth, to warm your weary heart, instead you use the fire, to destroy me in the dark, So when the dust settles, And everything's thrown into the sea, There is no warmth, Only destruction you see, Between the fire and me