"Ashes" lyrics

"Ashes"

We've been in a drought for two months now
The grass has turned from green to brown
The smell of smoke in the center of town
We've been in a drought for two months now

Well I heard about it far away
Now it's coming here to stay
Are the gods at work or are they at play
I heard about it far away

Now here comes the first rain
Like a curtain across the sky
Are we gonna live are we gonna die
I remember my first pain
Like a tear to my naked eye
Do we have to choose if we don't know why

Now run, run, run
Til the damage is undone
And hide, hide, hide
In the desert deep and wide

In the ashes of my old hometown
Soggy crumbling black and brown
Looking for a firefighter's wedding ring
Sun came out and hear the birds sing

Now here comes the first rain
Like a curtain across the sky
Are we gonna live are we gonna die
I remember my first pain
Like a tear to my naked eye
Do we have to choose if we don't know why
Do we have to choose if we don't know why
Do we have to choose if we don't know why

Now run, run, run
Til the damage is undone
And hide, hide, hide
In the desert deep and wide


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