sábado, 8 de janeiro de 2011
"We burned it all."
So fire it is,
to make our dark streets clean again
like a 'reset' button on our lives,
like hands of god
just dusting off the blackboard...
and with all we've worked for gone,
and all we cherished lost, we can start again.
So play your violin and breathe the sulphur in
take it on the chin as London sheds its skin.
Play your violin and try to hide your grin
as it burns away your sin, and London sheds its skin
"where are our churches and libraries? where are our books and our memories?"
"We burned it all..."
" [...] We burned it all."