Like a missile it approached
In the distance it was a fierce glow
Appealing, like a shooting star
But everyone knew what it meant
It's just a pity we didn't see it coming

Like a flame it burned
Warmth and passion
Destruction and consumption, too
Isn't that the nature of the flame?
But then, why did we not see it?

Public transport
A fitting metaphor
If somewhat cliché'd
I never saw it coming

Try describing what a sparkler looks like to a blind man
Imagine electricity as a liquid
Breathe in the fumes of the city and imagine it's pure and clean
And you didn't see it
Yeah, well, okay
Neither did I