At sunrise the seagulls all swarm around the steeple
of the church that stands tall in the middle of town
It's six on a Sunday and babies are crying
their mothers caught lying awake in their beds saying,
"Not yet, not yet. We could paint it white,
under the disguise of infinite light"

Now everyone's tired in this tiny town
and resentment grows up from way deep underground
while the faucets keep leaking
and the floorboards keep creaking
as we all lie and listen to the symphonic sounds that say,
"You know what's happening later tonight
so you savor the minutes you usually fight
'cause we all had a hand in this brilliant disease
We all fed the cause of catastrophe"

You don't know what you see
when it stretches far enough away from me
and it seems our love will have too soon expired
the night the whole world caught on fire

Now the dust settles down from the cold, cloudy air
and the few men left standing just silently stare
at the forests that glow with the forty foot flames
and the ocean that's screaming the sound of your name
So I pick up a shovel, the last thing to do
and I dig a great hole and go in search of you

You don't know what you see
when it stretches far enough away from me
and it seems our love will have too soon expired
the night the whole world caught on fire

You don't know what you see
when it stretches far enough away from me
and it seems our love will have too soon expired
the night the whole world caught on fire
It was the night the whole world caught on fire