Woke up this morning in a bed
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, it's 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
Woke up this morning in a bed
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
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