I came with the harvest

I flew with the flames

We are the same

The black seeds of autumn

And cold winter rain

We are the same

Come

Come tear us open

Always felt that it was us, not you

I am broken in two

Come tear me open

Always felt that it was me, not you

I... Now that I'm broken

I'm broken, not broken, not spoken to

Not spoken to

Six months have passed now

We're weary, we're cold

Are the fires the same?

Still burning the same?

Is the fire the same?

Is the fire the same?

So we came during autumn

And left with the snow

Our hearts had grown weary

We were wounded and cold

So I took my comrades hand

I stared him in the eyes and said

"We'll come back in spring"

But then the bomb sirens bled

Come

Come tear me open

Always felt that it was me, not you

I... Now that I'm broken

I'm broken, not broken, not spoken to

Not spoken to