When wind picked up and the fire spread and the grapevine seemed left for dead and the northern sky looked the end of days, the 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 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 a cemetery on a hill.
Where we watched the plumes paint the sky gray as she laughed and danced through the field of there i new it would be alright that everything would be alright, would be alright be alright would be alright.
And the news reports on the radio said it was worse as the ocean air fanned the flames. But i couldn't think of anywhere i would hve rather 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.