Last night I watched the cityline cremate
come sinking down in glowing bits of
ash and tar.
Nobody was injured,
everyone's left for warmer places
But to see it you'd think the whole world was gone.
You should have been up there with me,
On the roof of the bowling alley.
I watched Bangladesh fighting for
one last drag of a McCigarette,
But alas, all good things must come to an end.
It hurts to shield my eyes from this,
This spreading abscess in your jaws of
Potent hierarchy, defeat me if you will -only
Don't let it get in the papers, ok?
You should have been up there with me,
On the roof of the bowling alley.
I watched Bangladesh fighting for
one last drag of a McCigarette.
But alas, all good things must come to an end.
The future brings
Well the future brings something,
I watched the Quebecois rage
Queen's Park -a social monument,
And all this in the dark.
And all this in the dark...
You should have been up there with me
on the roof of the bowling alley.
We watched Bangladesh fighting for
one last drag of a McCigarette,
but alas, all good things must come to an end.
Angels cum auditors held their breath all together,
then the ozone snapped back -they exhaled.
Angels cum auditors held their breath all together,
Then the ozone snapped back...
And they exhaled.
~lyrics and music written by Zara Ahmed~