Theme From Conversations With Fire

I wish I could cut you off
 I wish I could smother the flame
 Another sweet memory dies
 And this is the *point where you say
 We're better off nothing
 *I'll never find you
 It's my fault
 I wanted more than you were willing to give
 Take me take me
 This wouldn't turn out right
 If you weren't here tonight
 All desperate plans are dropped
 And i'm left with an empty hand
 Soon i'll breathe new air
 But not without these tired lungs
 So now i'm without you
 I know i'll never find you
 It's my fault
 I wanted more than you were willing to give
 Take me take me
 This wouldn't turn out right
 If you weren't here tonight
 Goodbye, things would rather end
 Than go on, so go on
 Soon i'll breathe new air
 But not without these tired lungs
 (The heart may be wounded
 But the eyes approve of you)
 Take me take me
 This wouldn't turn out right
 If you weren't here tonight
 This wouldn't turn out right
 If you weren't here tonight
 Goodbye, things would rather end
 Than go on, so go on