I've heard they arrived...

...it's an avarage day

running away grey lights

pacing the street with indifference

wonder how they burnt out alive

if there's no reply from the station

radios jammed broken lines

if you can recall empty spaces

filled with debris wasted lives

in a burnt-out hotel

flames danced with cruel affection

black smoke has covered the sky

everytime you play with fire

something inside you just dies

rain has washed away the traces

no one's suspecting a crime

wind has swept away the ashes

nothing remains to remind