When We Die - Ferns
Some say

Romance and tragedy

Are not the same things

We used to dream about

And when we die

Do all our hopes survive

Will all the fires in the sky

Extinguish with our dreams alive

Some sayIt's just futility

This fleeting feeling

Enroute to suffering

And when we die

Do all our hopes survive
Will all the fires in the sky

Extinguish with our dreams alive

Beauty tread upon a trail of ashes
We could steal some sentiments

To hold us

But when we die

No one cries

When we die

No one cries

When we die

No one cries

When we die

No one cries