Bob Mould

Fire In The City

Bob Mould


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