"When the wind picked up,
the fire spread and the grapevine seemed left for dead,
and the northern sky, looked like the end of days,
a wake-up call to a rented room
sounded like an alarm of impending doom,
to a warn us It's only a matter of time
before we all burn,
we bought some wine, and some paper cups
near your daughter's school,
when we picked her up, and drove to the cemetery
on a hill, where we watched the plums
paint the sky grey
as she laughed and danced through the fields of graves,
and there I knew it would be alright..
that everything would be alright"..
Death Cab For Cutie "Grapevine"
