When the wind picked up
and the fire spread
and the grapevines seemed left for dead.
And the northern sky, like the end of day,
the end of days.

A wake up call to a rancid room
Sounded like an alarm of impending 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.

I brought some wine and some papercups
near your daughter's school when we picked her up
and drove to the cemetary on a hill
on a hill.

And we watched the plumes make the sky gray
and she laughed and dance through the field of graves
there i knew it would be 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
cause the ocean air found the flame.
but i couldn't think there was anywhere i would have rather been
to watch it all burn away.
to burn away.

the firemen worked in double shifts,
with prayers of rain on their lips
and they knew it was only a matter of time.