There Will Be Fireworks And Our Hearts Did Beat
Song opens to a reading of:
"TWO GIRLS SINGING," by Iain Crichton Smith
"So on the bus through late November running
By yellow lights tormented, darkness falling
The two girls sang for miles and miles together
And it wasn't the words or tune. It was the singing
It was the human sweetness in that yellow
The unpredicted voices of our kind."
Long time ago, watched it roar
The billowing black towering smoke
And our hearts did beat, oh they pounded loudly
But we didn't speak, we just stared
Not a word, just silence struck upon our tongues
And heaven heaved a sigh out from its lungs
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