All the house was burning
Went into the flame
The only thing I saved
Was my picture in the frame
Lived at home alone
No one there to save
Except some wrinkled letters
And my picture in the frame
Except some wrinkled letters
And my picture in the frame
Sat there on the lawn
Watching the fire fall
Photo in my hand
Walked out the door aflame
Back over my shoulder
Was a fireworks display
Back over my shoulder
Was a fireworks display
Falling around my head
Raining down to my feet
Falling around my head
Raining down to my feet
All the letters and the TV
Phone and all the CD's
All the cups of coffee
Burning, boiling, empty
Burning, empty
All these books
Filled with memories
The few among the many
Losing everything
And I'm finally feeling happy...
Raining down on me
Falling down to my feet
Raining down on me
Falling to my feet
All the house was burning
Walked out the door aflame
The only thing I saved
Was my picture in the frame