Matches - The Format

Ashes to ashes

Some dust on the dash

I’ve got my cigarettes

but I can’t find the fire

that’s calming me down

I was just out on a night with my friends

You are still out on a night

with your friends

and you don’t seem to tire

when I’m not around

I’m under the tunnel

I’m holding my breath

I searched every pocket

that hung in the colest

'til I found some matches

in a brown leather jacket

One I swore I’ve never worn

but it once kept you warm

Do you remember

we made love on the floor

and you still haven’t called

So I’ll wait 'til they’re closing the bars

I made a wish

but the match never lit