Woke up this morning in a bed of fire

People and buildings in my head,

burning there tonight.

Tonight as I lay sleeping.

I try to hold your hand.

One eye open and dreaming. That this city

Is on fire.

Tell me sweet things in the middle of the night

It's the middle of the night.

Open my window and the room is filled.

Filled with burning light.

Tonight as I lay sleeping I try to hold your
hand.

One eye open and dreaming. That this city

Is on fire.