Come and sit here love.
There’s a fire far off.
Feel the embers burn,
Touching on our skin.
 
What’s the use of these structures?
What man makes turns to dust.
But what we have love, will last,
It must.
 
So burn city burn
Burn city burn
Burn city burn city burn city burn.
 
Every building we searched had naught but walls and roof.
And the wise we called only beckoned for the proof.
Deep beneath these lines, covered with our bodies and time,
Lies a truth more real than water that heals.