Lost

Enchanted worlds
Alone, that burns
Don't make them fade
to grey

It's already lost, this flame
that's holding you
As our wind grows cold to cease
our bleeding wound

Don't fly with me
Alone I bleed
It's frightening me
to heal

Cover me
No night can see
Too blind to hold
this light

It's already lost, this flame
that's holding you
As our wind grows cold to cease
our bleeding wounds