Lost In the Fire

Lost in the fire Melting streets of gold Do you see me now In the open Lost in the fire Melting streets of gold Do you hear me now With the fallen I lift what's left up from the ash My body's burned from what I've dealt I see the world in which we've built A burning city on a hill What have we become What have we become When the world is gone The mud has washed our eyes What have we become What have we become When the world is gone The mud has washed our eyes Lost in the fire Melting streets of gold Do you see me now In the open Lost in the fire Melting streets of gold Do you hear me now With the fallen What have we become What have we become When the world is gone The mud has washed our eyes What have we become What have we become When the world is gone The mud has washed our eyes