how many days since we ve spoken how many times have you tried to mend the pieces of my broken heart don t tell me everything s over don t take the sun from my eye it s much too late to be alone when our love grows old and the fire gets cold i will scream out should i live til there is no room to die when the colors fade on the world we ve made i will keep on trying long after the flame is dying too late too long to mention too wide to keep it inside this renovation of my wounded soul you are the wind of adventure you are the sun in my eye you are the one who keeps me whole when our love grows old and the fire gets cold i will scream out should i live til there is no room to die when the colors fade on the world we ve made i will keep on trying long after the flame is dying when our love grows old and the fire gets cold when our love grows old and the fire gets cold how many days since we ve spoken how many times have you tried to mend the pieces of my broken heart don t tell me everything s over don t take the sun from my eye it s much too late to be alone