Striking Matches — текст песни (Squeeze)

(difford/tilbrook)



Striking matches and Im smoking cigarettes

Putting on the kettle, playing a cassette

Folding up the papers rubbing my eyes

Thinking of all that had happened last night

The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love

And the pools of silence when kisses were sprung

Her love levitates me, Im walking on air

Two feet from the carpet, Ill always be there

Oooh Im striking matches its morning again

I look in the mirror I still look the same

Im striking matches its morning again

I look in the mirror I go up in flames



Striking matches getting a flame on the stove

Theres some of her in the teeth of my comb

Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor

Shes silently sleeping, I half close the door

I see her beauty laying on my bed

Im warm from within me with what she has said

Her love is my balloon, I wont let it down

For ever and ever Ill always be proud.



Im a director casting for a part

(turn on the light)

Its for a soap set here right in my heart.

(leave her alone)

Shuffle to the window shuffle to the door

(dont wake her up)

She gets the part I dont want to see anymore

(unplug the phone)