As a star collapsed and died
In a corner of the sky
We were facing eye to eye
With the burning of a million dreams
There outside with all the noise
Children playin with their toys
Their imaginations run
From the dyin of an evening sun
The burning
Helicopter buzzing sound
A warm wind in a quiet town
Does it have to be so loud
They were killin all the tourist trade
The burning
The Burning was written by Steven Fields.
The Burning was produced by Steven Fields.