When the wind picked up and the fire spread and the grapevine seemed left for dead 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 warn us it's only 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 daughter's school when we picked her up and drove to cemetery on a hill.
Where we watched plumes paint the sky gray as she laughed and danced through the field of graves there i new it would be alright that everything would be alright, would be alright be alright would be alright.
And news 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 it all burn burn away.
The firemen worked in double shifts, with prayers for rain their lips, and thay knew it was only a matter of time.