A city called coma: part ii

Cling to each rock
the wind is not on our side
not on our side, not on our side
pull yourself together it's not much further

From the top on high smoke is finding its way to the sky
not a place I want to be, not a place I want to be
she sits pale skinned in a fire light

One message to change her mind
One message to change her life forever.

One message to change her mind

He climbs over the top
no breath, no breath
in his weak sick lungs
she starts to run to the edge
at last it's over.

Cling to each rock
the wind is not on our side.

She lays beside him
his eyes so weak
he can't even make her out
but his body feels her all around him
She whispers something in his ear
that he takes to the grave
to the grave

Hours pass before they reach the top,
before they reach the top,
before...

Hours pass before they reach the top,
before they reach the top,
before...

she's waiting... x8