When the wind picked up and the fire and the grapevine seemed left for dead and the northern sky looked like the end of days, the end of days
A wake up call to a room Sounded like an alarm of impending doom. warn us it's only a matter of time. Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn
bought some wine and some papar cups near your school when we picked her up and drove to a cemetery on a hill.
Where we watched the plumes paint the sky gray as laughed and danced through the field of graves there i new it would alright that everything would be alright, would be alright would be alright would be alright.
And the reports on the radio said it was getting worse as the ocean air fanned the flames. But i couldn't think of anywhere i would hve rather been to watch 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.