Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire, artist - Poets Of The Fall. Album song Carnival of Rust, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 11.04.2006
Record label: Студия СОЮЗ
Song language: English
Fire |
| It’s a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue, like a whip, |
| and we’re sinking, it ain’t |
| Cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool of self evaluation, |
| of ego cultivation, n' I’m |
| Rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies, is it really all about the size |
| or just a simple vice… |
| Oh, and it makes the news |
| Oh, cos it sings the blues |
| I feel the fire flare alight inside me Higher so I can see |
| N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of Liars and travesty |
| Oh fire |
| Did you think that I’d blink, that I’d go and take the ink to your control, |
| that I’d sell my soul, and |
| Does it ring any bells that it sells that we’re living out of shells in a shotgun, if we couldn’t shoot, |
| We’d have to run, and finally the cerebral fantasy, better genes and machines, |
| so we can die looking like |
| We’re teens, like snapshot scenes in smithereens… |
| Oh, and the ones we choose |
| Oh, witch hunting fools |
| I feel the fire… |
| Look there it is in the news again, yeah |
| There it goes singing the blues again |
| Fire flare alight inside me… |
| Fire, return my joy cos I’m so Tired, tired of me Inspire the weary eyed to see the |
| Ire and Irony |
| Oh fire |