Fire Songtext
von Poets of the Fall

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
And I'm rolling my eyes like the stone's full of lies
Is it really all about the size? (Is it really all about the size?)
Or just a simple vice (just a simple vice)

Ooh, and it makes the news
Ooh, ′cause it sings the blues

I feel the fire
Flare a light inside me
Higher, so I can see
And 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
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

Now, finally the cerebral fantasy
Better genes and machines
So we can die looking like we′re teens
Like snapshot scenes in smithereens

Ooh, and once they choose
Ooh, witch hunting fools

Fire
Flare alight inside me
Higher, so I can see
And aspire to survive this fight in spite of
Liars and travesty
Oh, fire


Oh, there it is in the news again, yeah
There it goes singing the blues again, yeah
There it is in the news again, yeah
Look, there it goes singing the blues again
There it is in the news again
Look, there it goes singing the blues again
There it is in the news again, yeah
Look, there it goes singing the blues

Fire, flare alight inside me
Higher, so I can see
And aspire to survive this fight in spite of
Liars and travesty

Oh fire
Return my joy 'cause I'm so tired, tired of me
Inspire the weary-eyed to see the ire and irony
Oh fire