Optometrist to the stars had it lucky with tarot cards
well everyone knows you believed it
ya 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 im believing
The idea of fires
is nothing
nothing
at all