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