Cities on Fire

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 your churches and libraries?
Where are your books and your memories?»
We burned it all
We burned it all…