fleeting floating ever higher
only when I close my eyes
am I far away from all these lies
the trees burn bright, they fall
the birds fly in the dark, away they go
over and out the radio is gone
it's quiet now there shall be no harm
we sit and watch as the world flash-es
hearts and homes now sit in ashes
old and burnt but not alone,
still hurt
I didn't know life was just reformed dirt...
I pinch and shudder at the thought
that we all were, almost caught,
behind the blaze, behind the light
that wall of fire burning bright
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