Bruce Dickinson

The ashes drift away, smoke of our confusion
We turn our frightened faces to each other, say goodbye
Waited for the sign, waited for the moment
Waited for the miracle to arrive
I guess they lied
Look at your future
Take a look at your burning sky
Look at your future
Look at your burning sky
The others, they have gone
Who wants to live forever
With nothing left to hold onto the past that we once knew?
We believed in heaven, we believed in angels
With arms of purest white
To hold us, catch us when we fall
Look at your future
Take a look at your burning sky
Look at your future
Now look at your burning sky