From the album Covenhoven

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Lyrics

It's gonna happen, like it or not
Look all around you, the fire has caught
It's moving up through your ceilings and floors
No time to look through your closets and drawers

Out of the windows, with the black smoke
Goes the last hope of ever going back
You couldn't hold on, I wouldn't let go
But who could call me wrong?

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Sometimes the last thing you want to do is the first thing you must
No use in dreaming of joining the choir
When you've been living in a building on fire

Out of the windows, with the black smoke
Goes the last hope of ever going back
You couldn't hold on, I wouldn't let go
But who could call me wrong?

The ground gave out and down it came
And all our tears couldn't drown the flames