Crossfire II: The Dirge

Time was abandoned
So we mine for the diamonds
You might miss me
Miss me
Come back so I can be the one
Or be the one to leave
Oh, to leave you…

Oh, should have been saving up for years of drought
But all I can think is oh…
How, you’ve got me gone…

I’ll sing the dirge while we waltz to the edge of the battlefield
We’re on fire
One foot dangling off the edge
But oh, the dreams
Oh, those dreams…

Oh, should have been saving up for years of drought
But all I can think is oh…
How, you’ve got me gone…