I guess I'm weaker than I thought
I see that now when I think of the ember of your lips

Cinder by cinder you were all brunt up

When I held you closer you turned to ashes in my arms

And I tired to forget you and
I tried to replace you
But I guess I'm weaker than I thought

Oh when our fires were bright
We danced to the nights
But once dulled to ashes

You ran with the winds
As I try to keep you aflame

Little did I know your wick had burnt out

And now my embers are weak like yours so now it's dark.