Plenty of wines make us light up In the gaze of strangers Plenty of wines render us To the saints and angels But this bottle tree Between you and me It’s just fool’s fire
My soul is walking 20 feet In front of my body I feel like the diva made to wait in the lobby But this neon light
Where we set our sights It’s just fool’s fire
That was then But this is now You got what you wanted But it went sour That was then But this is now You got what you wanted And it slipped out of your hands
But this neon light Where we set our sights It’s just fool’s fire
That was then But this is now You got what you wanted But it went sour That was then But this is now You got what you wanted But it went sour