Portugal. The Man - Pittman Ralliers

Coming up and over the mountain Choking on the fumes the smoke cloud blinds our eyes Kissing the banyan tree to the lips of Malibu When it's time to reap there will be no apology we can speak While it's Burning down Burning down Burning down Burning down Burning down And we're not afraid to admit we don't know everything Lightning raining from the sky Down on us Fire raining from the sky Down on us We have become the kindling We have become the kindling Lightning raining from the sky Down on us We have become the kindling We have become the kindling Fire raining from the sky Down on us She's taking back what's hers She's taking back what's hers