Bob MouldFire In The City

Airplanes flying overhead While I toss and turn in bed A life in disarray Crumbling ground Tumbling down Run to the sound Of a fire in the city A sudden jolt, I'm wide awake Bolting for the door I take A couple things I thought were precious to me Crumbling ground Tumbling down Run to the sound Of a fire in the city And as I gather up my sins The ashes, they roll in My ascension has begun Crumbling ground Tumbling down Run to the sound Of a fire in the city As the flames begin to rise (Burning ground) I see the life I left behind (Don't turn around) Constellations in the sky Constellations, the goodbye I don't wanna go Crumbling ground Tumbling down Run to the sound Of a fire in the city
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