There Will Be Fireworks the good days

The pistons have grown silent
And my friends are long gone
Just who the hell do you think you are?
Have you ever built a thing?
This used to be my city
This used to be my town
Now everyone's a stranger
Well hell mend you now
This used to be my dear green place
This used to be mine
I remember music
I remember it was warm
And everyone was smiling
And spinning round and round
And she wore a white dress
The white ribbon in her her
Spinning as she pirouettes
I can't remember her face
This used to be my dear green place
Well thank God for the good days