Song Lyrics

The flower grew the wall
Displaying of his color
The motive wasn't clear
But you wouldn't understand

Now we're getting on like fire
With matchsticks in our eyes
And the money men are here
With yes men to their sides

The audience approves
With a movement of clothing
But they never even see
The nature of this illusion

Now we're getting on like fire
Lets burn it to the ground
And the warning it came so clear
But I couldn't see the signs

There's a plate in my head
There's a chip in my head

Peter Roberts, Kris Blight, Gareth Jones, John Maloney, Ian Russell

The duration of Fire is 8:22 minutes and seconds.