tonight we watch the city glow   with the power off, and nobody knows   why we did it, and if they did   they'd realize they're not victims   just witnesses      flames fix this wounded city   like surgeons incisions, cut so deep   right behind the eyes they find the disease   a memory, a history beneath these streets never supposed to be seen      and the air is warm breath i feel it   on my face and it travels straight through it   to somewhere i dont know, between here   the present and some sort of heaven   a potential fit   a heart which beats beneath these ashes      can you feel it      we will turn ourselves in   they can have the matches   what good is hiding evidence   when you can learn from it