When the wind picked up and the fire spread and the grapevine seemed left for dead and 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 only a matter of time. Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn
We bought some wine and papar cups near your daughter's school when we picked her up and to a cemetery on a hill.
Where we watched the plumes paint the sky gray as she laughed and through the field of graves there i new it would alright that everything would be alright, would be alright would be alright would be alright.
And the news reports on the radio said it was getting worse as the ocean air fanned the flames. 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 their lips, and thay knew it was only a matter of time.