When the wind picked up and the fire spread and the grapevine seemed left for and the northern sky looked like the end of days, end of days
A wake up call to a rented room Sounded like an alarm of doom. To warn us it's only a matter of time. Before we all burn Before we all burn we all burn Before we all burn
We 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 the plumes paint 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 would alright would be alright.
And the news reports on the radio said it was getting worse as the 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 prayers for rain on their lips, and thay knew it was only a matter time.