Текст песни Fire

Dance, locust, dance. The prophets shrug their shoulders as calamity's child lost her head in the bell of the trumpet's blast. I know you just want to be on fire. Jam, radio, jam. Power to the pirate stations, broadcasting up through the flowery cracks in the pavement. I know you just want to be on fire. The good morning comes like a hit and run with a marmalade sun for everyone. I know you just want to be on fire. Staring at the sun will only make you blind, but a fiery glimpse is all you need sometimes.