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