I'm thinkin' 'bout those kids
I'm thinkin' 'bout those kids back in '99
The gas leakin' in the creek
A firecracker, then a spark
And in a moment they were
Gone, gone
Gone, gone
Our house shaken by the blast
Black smoke billowing off the landscape
Sirens crying through the streets
With choppers hovering like vultures above a meal
Gone, gone
Gone, gone
Gone, gone
Gone, gone
In the waters where we used to swim
Where we thought we would be young forever
The beads that glistened on your sunburnt skin
Evaporated in the flames and embers
I'm thinkin' 'bout those kids
I'm thinkin' 'bout those kids back in '99
And wonder who they would've been
For not a spark and a flash
And the moment they were
Gone, gone
Gone, gone
Gone, gone
Gone, gone
Gone, gone
Gone, gone
