If we should set the Earth on fire
And build our own funeral pyre
If we should melt the ice and snow
And drown the world
Where will we go?
A firebird on burning wing
The oceans deep no more to sing
The stars to never more be seen
Never more blue
Never more green
No more pandas
No more geckos
No more music
Only echoes
Never more a foal, a calf
Never more a smile, a laugh
There must be something we can do
It's up to me
It's up to you
For we who burn the Earth like churls
Can never buy another world
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
If we should set the Earth on fire
And build our own funeral pyre
If we should melt the ice and snow
And drown the world
Where will we go?
A firebird on burning wing
The oceans deep no more to sing
The stars to never more be seen
Never more blue
Never more green
No more pandas
No more geckos
No more music
Only echoes
Never more a foal, a calf
Never more a smile, a laugh
There must be something we can do
It's up to me
It's up to you
For we who burn the Earth like churls
Can never buy another world