world on fire Lyrics

Could've sworn last night the world stopped turning

But here we are, the sun insists

7 a.m. the world is burning

All I smell is this faint scent of oud on my wrist

8 a.m. morning coffee unusually bitter

Grief on the tongue that sugar can't fix

Got a lot to do today, says so right here on my list

9 a.m. and the world is burning

My manager wants me to organize some files

Looking at emails, sheets and docs, visions of bodies being burned reflected in my eyes

11 a.m. and the world is burning

They ask me how I'm doing to break the ice

I tell the truth but it gets them on edge

A simple "fine" would have sufficed

"But we worried about you! no

really!"

"Think you might need to take some time for your own, cause

It seems you may have inappropriately brought some of your conscience with you from home?!"

1 p.m. and the world is burning

I make another cup of coffee for the road

And wonder what butterfly flapped its wings that I may have a jacket in the cold

Could have been born just 200 miles further east

Friends wouldn't have called me a friend

Wouldn't stop the world cause it's burning

Or care this cup of coffee's worth if my life ends

2 p.m. and the world is burning

Family's heartbroken but calls me to tone it down

Please be careful! And know your place

Might not get to eat around these parts if you make a sound

Children shouldn't get shelled but you must traverse the eggshells and

Speak softly son, watch from the crowd

Cause anybody looking like you and loud will get attention and eventually...

3 p.m. and the world is burning

We're marching the streets

There's real love here

You can tell from the grief

It's been___days

Feels like it all falls on deaf ears

But "Freedom within reach"

This is knowledge not belief

6 p.m. and the world is burning

She texts me are you free

Well ain't that the question

I say I don't know but I could sure use the company

8 p.m. and the world is burning

But these dim lights, the jazz, they do soothe the soul

And the warmth of our bodies and the people swaying do make us feel even for a moment whole, but

Can we dance while we mourn?

Can you laugh while you weep?

Sacred and profane, blurred line growing ever so faint and weak, but

Who would pass upon a moment of solace?

Or dismiss this with the sound of someone else's dreams?

We talk for hours and hours till we're reminded

It was always God inside these mortal machines

And it's been a long night and all we wanted was to kiss

Then I see a name up on the wall behind her, hard to miss

Then I ask her who it is

And she tells me it's a martyr

Memory I chose to honor

Then I remember

12 a.m. the world's still burning

This superposition is strange

A love poem is still a love poem if blood spilled on the page

3 a.m. and the world's burning

Like billions I lie awake

I'm afraid and full of rage

Yet with so much clarity despite the haze

7 a.m. and the world is burning

I'm not up early, I'm up late

Wondering if they kill, the West pays

Then how many kids did they kill today?