I'm so cold and my bones are old, and I've been here ten thousand years,
I've seen them come, I've seen them go, and I've heard the stories of many man,
The time is coming, please pull me close.
Where is the fire? Where is the flame?
Where is the passion that once burned my name?
The light that kept us all from harm is going away.
I'm so afraid of what's to come: ten thousand storms and nowhere to roam,
Across the oceans, they blow for home,
I've seen the rain fall many times, but not like this before,
Please, my love, please pull me close.
Where is the fire? Where is the flame?
Where is the passion that once burned my name?
Light that kept us all from harm is going away.
Where is the fire? Where is the flame?
Where is the passion that once burned my name?
The light that kept us all from harm is going away,
Where is the fire? Where is the flame?
Where is the passion that once burned my name?
Light that kept us all from harm is going away.
