Airplanes flying overhead
While I toss and turn in bed
A life in disarray
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
A sudden jolt, I'm wide awake
Bolting for the door I take
A couple things I thought were precious to me
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
And as I gather up my sins
The ashes, they roll in
My ascension has begun
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
As the flames begin to rise
(Burning ground)
I see the life I left behind
(Don't turn around)
Constellations in the sky
Constellations, the goodbye
I don't wanna go
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
Bob Mould - Fire In The City Lyrics
Bob Mould - Fire In The City Lyrics
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Airplanes flying overhead
While I toss and turn in bed
A life in disarray
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
A sudden jolt, I'm wide awake
Bolting for the door I take
A couple things I thought were precious to me
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
And as I gather up my sins
The ashes, they roll in
My ascension has begun
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
As the flames begin to rise
(Burning ground)
I see the life I left behind
(Don't turn around)
Constellations in the sky
Constellations, the goodbye
I don't wanna go
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
While I toss and turn in bed
A life in disarray
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
A sudden jolt, I'm wide awake
Bolting for the door I take
A couple things I thought were precious to me
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
And as I gather up my sins
The ashes, they roll in
My ascension has begun
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
As the flames begin to rise
(Burning ground)
I see the life I left behind
(Don't turn around)
Constellations in the sky
Constellations, the goodbye
I don't wanna go
Crumbling ground
Tumbling down
Run to the sound
Of a fire in the city
Writer: ROBERT ARTHUR MOULD
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management