Kids in '99 - Death Cab for Cutie

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

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