Paper Bird - Matchstick Man lyrics
[Paper Bird - Matchstick Man lyrics]
There are sheep in the sky
I see them passing the moon
Like a razorblade to an eyeball
On the movie screen
And their legs reach down
Past houses and cars
Cutting soft soil, piercing their past
And the fires are still burning
But the concrete never cracks
I've got a house on the glacier
I'm up to every trick
And every night I hear the limestone
Rocks rolling past my horse's hoofs
I've got a hunger
A hunger for the bomb-proof
Fold me into something else
Press my edges down with nails
I am outstretched, widespread on the plains
And my hut is made of hay
Held together by toothpicks
And I'm waiting every night for
The man with the matchstick
And everyone gets a pair of wings
To cross the big lake truth is
It's just as impossible as
Riding on snowflakes
But thanks for the possibility of
Flying out of this life
But, I prefer the hay and the matchstick
Man because they shine so bright
And I dig caves in every mountain
In search of your soul
And then, when I've found you
With my fingers all stiff and cold
I'm gonna kiss you on the forehead
And do all I can
To bury you deep this time to
Look for you all over again
And I dig caves in every mountain
In search of your soul
And then, when I've found you
With my fingers all stiff and cold
I'm gonna kiss you on the forehead
And do all I can
To bury you deep this time to
Look for you all over again
And I dig caves in every mountain
In search of your soul
And then, when I've found you
With my fingers all stiff and cold
I'm gonna kiss you on the forehead
And do all I can
To bury you deep this time to
Look for you all over again
All over again, all over
Again, all over again, all over again
I see them passing the moon
Like a razorblade to an eyeball
On the movie screen
And their legs reach down
Past houses and cars
Cutting soft soil, piercing their past
And the fires are still burning
But the concrete never cracks
I've got a house on the glacier
I'm up to every trick
And every night I hear the limestone
Rocks rolling past my horse's hoofs
I've got a hunger
A hunger for the bomb-proof
Fold me into something else
Press my edges down with nails
I am outstretched, widespread on the plains
And my hut is made of hay
Held together by toothpicks
And I'm waiting every night for
The man with the matchstick
And everyone gets a pair of wings
To cross the big lake truth is
It's just as impossible as
Riding on snowflakes
But thanks for the possibility of
Flying out of this life
But, I prefer the hay and the matchstick
Man because they shine so bright
And I dig caves in every mountain
In search of your soul
And then, when I've found you
With my fingers all stiff and cold
I'm gonna kiss you on the forehead
And do all I can
To bury you deep this time to
Look for you all over again
And I dig caves in every mountain
In search of your soul
And then, when I've found you
With my fingers all stiff and cold
I'm gonna kiss you on the forehead
And do all I can
To bury you deep this time to
Look for you all over again
And I dig caves in every mountain
In search of your soul
And then, when I've found you
With my fingers all stiff and cold
I'm gonna kiss you on the forehead
And do all I can
To bury you deep this time to
Look for you all over again
All over again, all over
Again, all over again, all over again