Lyrics

So say, come and spark up the forest
Outlay the twilight, her glow
Make way for the dark to set us under
Our city by the ashes, overthrown
Oh, it's a bad idea
Back then, it was only but a sentence
Shadow borne in the falling of an oak
How quick we falsified the promise
Take tomorrow out on loan
Oh, it's a bad idea
Oh, it's a bad idea
Oh, it's a bad idea
And it's all catching up to us now
But we hand you the matches
And we thumb-flick the light
And we gather up the kindling
For our first fire-fight
Oh, poor California
Our Lady of the Isles
As the leaves, they do catch fire
We watch on the roof as the flames
Lick higher
So, say, come and spark up the forest
Written by: Kenneth Pattengale, Vera Sola
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