Stream Of Passion

The war fell upon us when we least expected,
our world's coming to an end.
I look out the dorr and see the city burning,
our memories wrapped in flames.
But in the end it's just you and me,
in the end it's just you I see.
When the pain grows stronger
I'll find the cure in your eyes,
and your eyes will be my guide.
I pick up the pieces of what's left of my life
right after the lights go off;
destroy every ounce of faith that's keft within me,