Текст песни Eleanor Mcevoy - The Fire Overhead
Eleanor Mcevoy - The Fire Overhead слова песни
(eleanor mcevoy)Fires burn, turning into dustWhat was precious, what was pretty paradiseFires burn, burning to the ground.What was healthy what was holy, what was life.If you think its hot now,If you hate that heatYou think its bad now, wait and see,You think its close now as you sleep within your bed.Check out the fireCheck out the fireCheck out the fire overhead.Children grow, playing with their toysActing out their fairytales in playChildren play, growing with the noiseOf television teaching them the way,And while youre sometimes scared nowIf you see the flamesYou think the smokes from far away,You read the papers, saying the fire will not spreadRepeat chorusSweet the light, glowing neon blueOf havens offering shelter from the stormSweet the sound, crackling in the grateOf firelight, welcoming and warmBut if you think its safe now,If you feel at easeYour safetys hanging from a threadBefore youre happy, having locked your doors at nightRepeat chorus