eleanor mcevoy
the fire overhead
Fire's burn, turning into dust What was precious, what was pretty paradise Fire's turn, 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 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 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