When the hills are aglow with the light at the end of the day
And we usher our children into the shade
In the warm summer silence suspended aloft in the air
There a cricket sings alone
Ancient songs of home
Where now
Deep in the forest
That no one dares to see or know
A young spark smolders

All around the world they weep
Now they know it's true, true, true, true
The Sun's returned to send us home to Earth
Everybody takes their time making work to do, do, do, do
But no one will be left here to remember us
When the fires come

As a pillar of smoke reaches over to strangle the land
We desert all we have as fast as we can
For the valleys
Then I see when I look right behind me
At the seam of the rocks and the trees, it roars
It's angry

All around the world they weep
Now they know it's true
The Sun's returned to send us home to Earth
Everybody takes their time making work to do
But no one will be left here to remember us
When the-
All around the world they weep
Now they know it's true, true, true, true
The Sun's returned to send us home to Earth
Everybody takes their time making work to do, do, do, do
But no one will be left here to remember us
When the fires come
When the fires come
When the fires come

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Douglas Lobban, Jamie Bulled