Lyrics:

(Eleanor McEvoy)Fire's burn, turning into dustWhat was precious, what was pretty paradiseFire's burn, burning to the ground.What was healthy what was holy, what was life.If you think it's hot now,If you hate that heatYou think it's bad now, wait and see,You think it's 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 you're sometimes scared nowIf you see the flamesYou think the smoke's 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 it's safe now,If you feel at easeYour safety's hanging from a threadBefore you're happy, having locked your doors at nightRepeat CHORUS