[A love song again. Helplessness is a part of falling in love, so is fear.] We're a sigh on the wind Like moths to a flame Feverish to leap into it's trap Which turns our flesh to ash Our lust to dust No longer words run wild No longer we can see No longer we need meaning No longer we will feel It all ends here We cascade to the shores We never have reached But were so damn close A dry mouth bids for one last kiss A new love born will die so young Day by day far away As you yearn the tide will turn