Eleanor Mcevoy - The Fire Overhead текст песни

(eleanor mcevoy)

Fires burn, turning into dust

What was precious, what was pretty paradise

Fires burn, burning to the ground.

What was healthy what was holy, what was life.

If you think its hot now,

If you hate that heat

You think its bad now, wait and see,

You think its 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 youre sometimes scared now

If you see the flames

You think the smokes from far away,

You read the papers, saying the fire will not spread

Repeat chorus

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 its safe now,

If you feel at ease

Your safetys hanging from a thread

Before youre happy, having locked your doors at night

Repeat chorus