Laurence Overmire - Tower 2, Floor 87 lyrics

Someone told them not to evacuate Smoke and fire gushing from the wounds of Tower 1 … It was an accident after all, wasn't it? Not to worry, Mom. I'm okay, Dad. … The phone, still attached to the wall But the line so quickly dead The world collapsing on itself … We let go of her forever That last hope of innocence Smothered in a ton of ash.