Song Description
A witness describes the scene after a terrorist attack, which may be on-going. She 'thought it was fireworks'
| Song Length |
4:11 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic, Rock - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Hysterical, Distressed |
Subject |
Violence, Danger |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The night was painted golden, city lights along the street,
People drifting like a river, footsteps soft and incomplete.
Then a ripple cut the silence, like the sky began to tear,
And the world turned on a heartbeat as the echoes filled the air.
Someone pulled me from the open, pressed me down behind a car,
And a policeman with a weapon scanned horizons near and far.
Smoke was rising like a curtain, drifting slow across the scene,
And the glow of burning streetlights made the moment feel unreal, unseen.
(Chorus)
I thought it was fireworks, colours in the night,
Just a burst of celebration on a calm and gentle night.
But the ground began to tremble and the crowd began to run --
And I'm breathing in the shadows as the chaos comes undone.
I thought it was fireworks.
He was steady in the madness, though his eyes betrayed the strain,
As he asked me what had happened through the haze of dust and rain.
Sirens wove into the distance like a warning in the wind,
And the truth felt like a stranger I was meeting once again.
(Bridge)
And the world slowed down around me like a scene caught in a frame,
Every heartbeat loud and heavy, every whisper calling names.
He said, "You're alive, you're here now," with a calm I couldn't find --
And I held onto that moment like a lifeline in my mind.
(Chorus)
I thought it was fireworks, colours in the night,
Just a burst of celebration on a calm and gentle night.
But the ground began to tremble and the crowd began to run --
And I'm breathing in the shadows as the chaos comes undone.
I thought it was fireworks.
Now the smoke begins to settle, though the fear still lingers near,
And the night that changed forever leaves a ringing in my ear.
But I'm standing in the wreckage with a fragile kind of grace --
A survivor in the silence of a once-familiar place.