A city called coma: part two

Cling to each rock
The wind is not on our side
Not on our side
Not on our side
Pull yourself together its not much further
From the top on high
The smoke is finding its way to the sky
Not a place I want to be
Not a place that 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
Not on our side

She lays beside him
His eyes so weak
He can't even make her out
But his body feels good
All around him
She whispers something in his ear
That he takes to the grave
To the grave,
And now

Hours pass before they reach the top,
before they reach the top,
Hours pass before they reach the top,
before they reach the top.
Shes waiting (x8)

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J. Blaze