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 rented room like an alarm of impending doom. To warn us it's only a matter time. Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn
We bought some wine and some papar near your daughter's school when we picked her up and drove to a cemetery on hill.
Where we watched the plumes paint the sky gray as she laughed and danced through the field of there i new it would alright that everything would be alright, would be alright would 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 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 of time.