| Song | The Fire Overhead |
| Artist | Eleanor McEvoy |
| Album | What'S Following Me? |
| 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 |
| 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 |