The Burning - Iron Curtain

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