كلمات The Fire I Long For

No leaves on the trees Flowers made of stone Just a cold bitter wind Blowing through my bones If only I could Fall through myself You’re the fire I long for There’s nothing I want more Than feel your flames Get my fingers burned You’re the fire I long for All gold and all green Withers silent before me Just this cold bitter wind That locked me in this body You’re the fire I long for There’s nothing I want more Than feel your flames Get my fingers burned You’re the fire I long for