Matches

Striking matches an' I'm smokin' cigarettes

Puttin? on a kettle, playin? a cassette

Foldin? up the papers, rubbin? my eyes

Thinkin? of all that happened last night

The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love

And the pools of silence where kisses were sprung

Her love levitates me, I'm walking on air

Two feet from the carpet, I'll always be there

Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again

I look in the mirror, I still look the same

Striking matches, getting? a flame on the stove

There's some of her hair in the teeth of my comb

Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor

She's silently sleepin', I half close the door

I see her beauty layin? on my bed

I'm warm from within me with what she has said

Her love is my balloon, I won't let it down

For ever and ever I'll always be proud

Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again

I look in the mirror, I still look the same

Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again

Ooh, I'm striking matches, I go up in flames

I'm a director casting for a part

(Turn on the light)

It's for a soap set here right in my heart

(Leave her alone)

Shuffle to the window, shuffle to the door

(Don't wake her up)

She got the part I don't wanna see anymore

(Unplug the phone)

Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again

I look in the mirror, I still look the same

Ooh, I'm striking matches

Ooh, I'm striking matches, I go up in flames