when the 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 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

we bought some wine and some papercups 

near your daughter's school when we picked her up 

and drove to a cemetary on a hill 

on a hill

and we watched the plumes paint 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 



and the news reports on the radio 

said it was getting worse 

cause the ocean air fanned the flames

but I couldn't think of 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