The Fire 歌词

I came with the others I flew in the flames We are the same The black sheets of autumn And cold winter rain We are the same I’m counting for something Always forgetting It’s just not you I’m broken inside Come to me open, always thought That it was me that you are Now that I’m broken (Not broken, not spoken to) Her six months have passed now We’re weary with cold Our fires are dim Still burning the same The fire the same is the fire the same Soul came during autumn And left with the snow Our hearts are grown weary We were wounded and cold So I’ve took my clements’s hand I stared him in the eyes and said We’ll come back in spring Now that the bumps are? Come to me open, always thought That it was me that you are Now that I’m broken (Not broken, not spoken to)