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

Or nothing at all
I'm waiting to fall
Into the arms of

The one I have known
I'm coming home
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

Come to me open
Always thought that it was me that you are
Now that I'm broken

(Not broken, not spoken to)