Whoever in this world has burned for love,
Blessed is the heart that found a heart to burn for.
Whoever lit a fire within another soul,
Blessed are the two who chose to burn together.

I do not wish to fade alone in sorrow,
Nor drown my heart in the silence of goodbye.
If I must burn, let it be within your arms;
If I must fall, let me fall into your eyes.

Let your eyes become the lantern of my darkness,
And turn my longest night into a dawn.
Let every shadow disappear between us,
Until even the stars forget to carry on.

If I am a moth, then be my candle;
I know your flame may take my wings away.
Still, I would rather burn beside your light
Than live untouched by love another day.

Love is smiling while the whole world burns,
Love is staying when every door has closed.
Love is two hearts standing in the fire,
And neither asking which one hurts the most.

So let the world speak of us in whispers,
Let them call our madness what they will.
We were never meant to live without a feeling;
We were born to chase a love this deep and still.

And if the world should rise against our love,
Let it rage, let every distant sky turn red.
For I would rather burn beside you,
Than live a thousand lives without you in my head.

And when the final night comes softly,
When my eyes grow tired and close,
Let your name remain upon my lips—
The last beautiful flame my heart has known.

Whoever in this world has burned for love,
Blessed is the one who found a soul to burn beside.
And if I must burn until the end of time,
Let me burn with you—
and never alone.