Song | The Fire Overhead |
Artist | Eleanor McEvoy |
Album | What'S Following Me? |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McEvoy | |
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 |
zuo qu : McEvoy | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : McEvoy | |
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 |