Lyrics

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