Matches - Lisa Loeb

There’s wood for the fire

But there’s no matches

No matches

Been here for awhile

But there’s no matches

No matches

Just fools on a wire

Balancing old and untried

So we will fall into the night

‘cause there’s no matches

No matches

Last night I closed my eyes

See my life flashing, flashing

Why am I so surprised

That it’s not lasting, lasting

I can’t make a sound

‘cause I have burned to the ground

Ashes and dust falling down

Among the old matches, old matches

Please wash the ashes away

You know I don’t like to beg

But give me a spark to cut the grey

‘cause there’s no matches

‘Cause there’s no matches

No more matches

No matches