Birds Of Tokyo This Fire
Our city isn't perfect
Our city is a blaze of neon flare Does anybody care Fractured lines in the pavement Embers colour the air These streets we named Will never be the same
This fire, this fire we let it all burn
People fall into silence The wind she whistles a song Of hopelessness That carries like a hymn Our city is a burden
The waste land under our feet We've come to know Will never be enough
This fire, this fire we let it all burn
If all we do is blame And noone cares to listen Theres nothing left to say But if we stake our claim Let action speak the loudest We'll dance beyond the flames
This fire, this fire we let it all burn
