Missing The Fire

Rain is hitting the floor to ceiling glass
Watching the shadows of the future pass
I traded my soul for a digital crown now
I'm just watching the kingdom burn down
The champagne is flat, the mirrors are cracked
We crossed the line and we're never coming back
Tell me, who do you call when the spotlight bleeds
When you finally get everything your black heart needs
And it's a beautiful tragedy, heavy and cold
A cinematic ending that was never foretold
Standing in the ruins of a glass empire
Drowning in smoke, but
I'm missing the fire
Yeah, I'm missing the fire
Gold on my wrist