They were children playing games   Burnt their fingers in the flame   Flying high above the sky   Blinded by the vision in their eye   Too young to question why   Their destinies will coincide   She dressed in white just to be his bride   Love is worse than pride      Saw her fall down from the sky   And smile politely at the passers by   She knows it's too late to go home   Built a house, she's living on her own   It's hard to be alone   And in the embers of the flame   Dressed in black she's calling out his name   It isn't worth the pain   If destinies won't coincide   And you dress in black just to be his bride   Then love is worse than pride