When the wind picked up, the fire spread
And the grapevine seemed left for dead.
The northern sky looked like the end of days,
the end of days.
The wakeup call to a rented 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.
We bought some wine and some paper cups
Near your daughter's school when we picked her up.
And drove to a cemetery on a hill, on a hill
Where we watched the plumes paint the sky grey
As she laughed and danced through the field of graves.
And there I knew it would be alright,
That everything would be alright...
Would be alright...
Would be alright... Would be alright.
The news reports on the radio said it was getting worse
As 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 for rain on their lips
And they knew it was only a matter of time...