Staring out the window
Out into the city lights,
Watching the colors burst
Higher, in the black of the night--
Bright sparkles falling fast,
Each chemical burns bright,
They're bound to disappear
Bound to fade away
And all that's left is the memory,
The echo of explosions past,
It was beautiful for a minute
Even if it was never meant to last.
I don't know if these are real or not, but I'd pay big money to see this live :-)