Beside the Dying Fire

Watching, waiting; for the moment to press on.
I won't be afraid of the dark.
Lighthouse is fading,
Which we follow to feel safe.
We look; I'm hoping we might see a glimpse of light.

Beside the dying fire of your passion,
I'm screaming across the barren of scattered ashes.
Can you hear me?
(Can you hear me?)
I'm calling out your name.
(Calling out your name.)
I'm calling out your name.

I've been searching for so long I can barely stand.
It's just another desert wasteland.

Liars and liars and liars of death.
Life can be found if there's life that I catch.

Beside the dying fire of your passion,
I'm screaming across the barren of scattered ashes.
Can you hear me?
(Can you hear me?)
I'm calling out your name.
(Calling out your name.)
I'm calling out your name.

Beside the dying fire of your passion,
I'm screaming across the barren of scattered ashes.
Can you hear me?
(Can you hear me?)
I'm calling out your name.
(Calling out your name)
I'm calling out your name.