Last Match
Look away till another day so I sit in my dark room
Hoping that something will change
All my Fears Have Fangs these Days, and the drain is slowly putting me to sleep
Raise My Hand To Feel the Wind Blow but
Oh My God These Waves are Getting Higher
I Got a little Piece of a shipwreck
That I’m Clinging to for Life
Chorus
Please Light the last match in the box
If it isn’t wet
My body washes up on the burning sand
And I ask myself should I feel this weak
The Lonely Ocean crashes on my blistered feet
But I don’t move and I can barely speak
Not far offshore on the jagged reef lies my ship
And she is refusing to sink
Chorus
What the hell is wrong with me, my sails stay full of wind and im gaining speed
Their aint a skipper anywhere around that wouldn’t trade his treasure
For a little piece of mine
Somedays I just don’t know, who im supposed to be isnt that unique?
What’s the future j=hold for me, does anyone know and can I have just a little peek
Is it these constant striking blows that makes my sugar tastes so bittersweet
Light a candle with the last match, ill use my body to block the winds
Tip the bottle and fill my glass and when the wind dies down
Ill find my peace
Sun painting pictures with purple clouds, so I rest on the dock and begin to cry
Wipe the haze from my face, wonder what I missed, did another day just pass me by?
Load the ship with supplies and set out again
Into a crimson evening sky