Striking Matches - Squeeze

Striking matches and I’m 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, I’m walking on air

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

Oooh I’m striking matches it’s morning again

I look in the mirror I still look the same

I’m striking matches it’s morning again

I look in the mirror I go up in flames

Striking matches getting a flame on the stove

There’s some of her in the teeth of my comb

Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor

She’s silently sleeping, I half close the door

I see her beauty laying 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

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 gets the part I don’t want to see anymore

(Unplug the phone)