The Fire Overhead

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