When wind picked up and the fire spread and the grapevine seemed left for dead and the northern sky looked like the end of days, the end of days
A wake call to a rented room Sounded like an alarm of impending doom. To us it's only a matter of time. Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we burn Before we all burn
We bought some wine and some papar cups near your daughter's school when we picked her up and to a cemetery on a hill.
Where we watched the plumes paint the sky gray as she laughed and danced the field of graves there i new it would be alright that would be alright, would be alright would be alright would be alright.
And the news reports on the radio said it was getting as the ocean air fanned the flames. But i think of anywhere i would hve rather been to watch it all burn away, burn away.
The firemen worked in double shifts, with for rain on their lips, and thay knew it was only a matter of time.