The Idea of Fires Songtext
von Preston School of Industry

Optometrist to the stars
Had it lucky with tarot cards
Well, everyone knows you believed it
You fooled no one with your style
Well, try this meanwhile
Everyone knows you can see it

Consequence

Well, you cashed the man with gasoline
Then you take out half his spleen
Everyone knows that you′ll leave him
There's a place where the painting′s warm and
All the lines are true to form well
Everyone knows that you'll lead them


To the place that feels like home feels
Where the fields are electric tone shields
And I'm trying to break this silence
Trace the sky for signs of life

You don′t know what I know
You don′t know what I know
You don't know

Caught up in this feeling
This feeling I′m believing
The idea of fires

You don't know what I know
You don′t know what I know
You don't know

Caught up in this feeling
This feeling I′m believing
The idea of fires is nothing, nothing at all