When wind picked up and the fire spread and the grapevine seemed left for dead and the northern sky looked like the end of days, the end of days
A wake call to a rented room Sounded like an alarm impending doom. To warn us it's only a matter of time. Before we all burn Before we burn Before 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 drove to a cemetery on a hill.
Where we watched the plumes paint the sky gray as she laughed and danced through field of graves there i new it would be alright that everything would be alright, would be would be alright would be alright.
And the news reports on the radio said it was getting as the ocean air fanned the flames. But i couldn't think of anywhere i hve rather been to watch it all burn away, burn away.
The firemen in double shifts, with prayers for rain on their lips, and thay knew it was only a matter of time.