When the wind picked up and the fire spread and the grapevine seemed left for dead the northern sky looked like the end of the end of days
A wake up call to a rented room Sounded 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 we all burn
We bought some wine and some papar cups near your daughter's school when we picked her and drove to a cemetery on a hill.
Where we watched the plumes paint the sky gray as she laughed danced through the field of graves there i new it would be alright that everything would be alright, would be alright would be alright would be
And the news reports on the said it was getting worse as the ocean air fanned the flames. But i couldn't think of anywhere 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 only a matter of time.