Silent empty streets Forsaken to the cold Moonlit, her shadow, like ink upon the snow Barefoot, she shivers With nowhere else to go "Matches, matches here for sale"
And on this drifting course through time Beneath the limitless sublime Her heart beats lonely and afraid Phantom faces at her side In their anguish cannot hide The beauty and the frailty of life
In desperation, she strikes a match Her fingers burn with fire and ash Escape the hard, imperfect world Her eyes light up -- the matchstick girl Perception clashes, voices sing Like angels from a secret dream And then, as quickly as it came It fades into the cold Back into the cold
The delicate and empty stars Whisper light without remorse And every shadow growing brave To stand below the morn A vision captures just the smile And lingers on her lips a while Before fading into the darkness A stranger past unknown
And on this drifting course through time Beneath the limitless sublime Everyone who ever was will die (Everybody dies) After all the moments live Whether too naive to give The mercy one must grant, if he should find
In desperation she strikes a match Fingers ablaze with fire and ash Escape the hard, imperfect world Her eyes light up -- the matchstick girl Perception clashes, voices sing Angels embrace her in their wings And then as quickly as it came It fades into the cold
She strikes another, here again A nova burns, a hero's flame Against the hard, imperfect world Her eyes light up -- the matchstick girl And like the rivers of belief A storybook, however brief And then as quickly as it came It fades into the cold Back into the cold
Silent prayer, please God protect The fingers stiffened by neglect What she remembered, what man forgets And for her suffering, heaven wept
In desperation she strikes the pack Fingers alight with fire and ash Warmth redeems a fading world Her eyes light up -- the matchstick girl Heaven breaks, and voices sing Like angels in her secret dreams And nothing here will ever touch Nor harm this little girl
And in the alley, looking back Fingers cold, now stained and black The warmth departs a fading world Her eyelids close -- the matchstick girl The line breaks free this cruel space A knowing smile upon her face It stayed until the morning light Frozen in the snow The matchstick girl was home The matchstick girl was homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
