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