When the wind picked up and the fire spread and the grapevine seemed left for dead the northern sky looked the end of days, the end of days
A wake up call to a rented room Sounded like an of 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 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 graves there i it would be 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 as the ocean air fanned the flames. But i couldn't think of anywhere i would hve rather been to watch it burn away, burn away.
The firemen worked in double shifts, with prayers for rain on their lips, and thay it was only a matter of time.