Three Fires
Start a fire in the backroom
Burn the chair where your father sat and stared
Heard the television drones as the white light
Flickered softly as the flames swallowed up the night
Start a fire on the top floor
Burn the trail of the footsteps door to door
And the father at your bedside; feign sleep
Till you sleepwalk lights out softly
Three fires burn cold as gun
Empty rounds into the flames in unison
Press the flagstick to me
Raise the challenge and learn
Concedе and defeat
Start a fire in thе attic room
All the years' heat rising up the banister
Rive it up, aux it up, tape the lid down
Hide it somewhere in the fineprint, time-drowned
All the citizens sleeping on the radio
All the citizens dreaming on the radio
All this quiet through the house, sound asleep now
All this quiet, turn the key, burn the house down
Three fires burn cold as gun
Empty rounds into the flames in unison
Press the flagstick to me
Raise the challenge and learn
Concede and defeat
Three fires burn cold as gun
Empty rounds into the flames in motion
Press the flagstick to me
Raise the challenge and learn
Concede and defeat
Start a fire in the backroom
Burn the chair where your father sat and stared
Heard the television drones as the white light
Flickered softly as the flames swallowed up the night
All the citizens sleeping on the radio
All the citizens dreaming on the radio
All this quiet through the house, sound asleep now
All this quiet, turn the key, burn the house down
All this quiet through the house, sound asleep now
All this quiet, turn the key, burn the house down