[Shura]
Bury everything you own
On a hill in Peckham Rye
Say a prayer for those you've known
As tracer fire scars the sky
[Shura]
A heaven of abandoned stars
River running black and red
Fight your way through crowds and cars
As rockets flower overhead
[Shura]
Meet me in the dust cloud
As The Towers topple all around
We can be ghosts now
We don't ever have to make a sound
[Shura]
Meet me in the white light
As the city slowly lifts away
We can be a ghost now
With the memory of another day
(Memory of another day)
[Shura]
Meet me in the white light
In the white light now
Meet me in the white light
In the white light now