Lletres:
The Matches

So sweep the floors and lock the doors Here less ain't more Are you reinforced? Breathing, living, damaging Nervous system managing Breathing, living, damaging Breathing, living, I sing We're all wasting matches

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

baby, listen what I say Baby, baby, baby, baby, let me have my way I'm gonna keep on knockin' till the door unlatches You and me are gasoline and matches

lonely lonely only We, before there was we she only she, me merely me lonely lonely only...in our diaries We were in two halves, we didn't quite match

The world is moving everywhere but here, so load the van. Destination: Nowhere Near I wanna be on the road again I wanna be on the road again I wanna

You may, you may wake Lazier than the furniture Lazier than the furniture Lazier than the furniture, Lazier than the furniture You may, you may wake

Day out, day in It's the alarm versus me and the snooze button wins. I've been waking all my life to become what I'm going to be. I'm a crone, la da da

Drive, drive, drive, d-d-drive, drive, drive Driving fast to impress or not Words just slip or trip over over lips Car drive west (car drive west) Sex

Do you belong to a song? Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs? Are you drunk? Have you been drinking? Do you below the overpass