I’ve got on a gown of ash
Come on darling, let’s look past.
The room’s afire, windows alight.
Orange flames against the night.
They’re playing our song,
Just dance along.
A waltz in a ballroom of fire.
The shadows weave against the wall
A tragic dance- dont let me fall.
In a ring of spark and ember.
I’ll do my best to not remember
This waltz in a ballroom of fire.
The violins climb and then they sing.
The fateful song in the halls do ring.
The tiles are now stained with coal.
My hands are black-this is the toll.
Look at me, though the flames are higher.
This is The Waltz in a ballroom of fire.
The clock strikes- it is the end.
The smell of smoke
As time continues its endless march.
Smoke is all I have to breath.
Fire and flames are all I see.
Is that a shadow-or is it your face?
Your hand that I hold is my saving grace.
As we Waltz in a ballroom of fire.
Admist the crackle, a clock does chime.
This is it- we’ve run out of time.
All I ask is you hold my close.
As we raise a glass of final toast.
Of a night well spent in a ballroom of Fire.
By the Brooke 