(Eleanor McEvoy)



Fire's burn, turning into dust

What was precious, what was pretty paradise

Fire's burn, burning to the ground.

What was healthy what was holy, what was life.

If you think it's hot now,

If you hate that heat

You think it's bad now, wait and see,

You think it's close now as you sleep within your bed.



Check out the fire

Check out the fire

Check out the fire overhead.



Children grow, playing with their toys

Acting out their fairytales in play

Children play, growing with the noise

Of television teaching them the way,

And while you're sometimes scared now

If you see the flames

You think the smoke's from far away,

You read the papers, saying the fire will not spread



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Sweet the light, glowing neon blue

Of havens offering shelter from the storm

Sweet the sound, crackling in the grate

Of firelight, welcoming and warm

But if you think it's safe now,

If you feel at ease

Your safety's hanging from a thread

Before you're happy, having locked your doors at night



Repeat CHORUS