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, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it all burn
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it,
this fire, 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, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it all burn
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it all burn
if all we do is blame
and no one cares to listen there?s 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, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it all burn
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it,
this fire, this fire, this fire we let it all burn