The sun has set the city on fire.
From where I'm standing
I can feel the flames
licking at my face.

I can feel them.
I can feel them.

Would you follow me?
Fall with me?
We could shine.
Would you follow me?
Fall for me?
We could shine, all we've gotta do is burn.

The sky stretches out over me,
and as the stars start coming out, I realize that maybe
the brightest stars aren't anything but satellites,
or planes flying over me.

But I still feel the flames.
I can feel them.