(difford/tilbrook)

Striking matches and Im smoking cigarettes
Putting on the kettle, playing a cassette
Folding up the papers rubbing my eyes
Thinking of all that had happened last night
The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love
And the pools of silence when kisses were sprung
Her love levitates me, Im walking on air
Two feet from the carpet, Ill always be there
Oooh Im striking matches its morning again
I look in the mirror I still look the same
Im striking matches its morning again
I look in the mirror I go up in flames

Striking matches getting a flame on the stove
Theres some of her in the teeth of my comb
Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor
Shes silently sleeping, I half close the door
I see her beauty laying on my bed
Im warm from within me with what she has said
Her love is my balloon, I wont let it down
For ever and ever Ill always be proud.

Im a director casting for a part
(turn on the light)
Its for a soap set here right in my heart.
(leave her alone)
Shuffle to the window shuffle to the door
(dont wake her up)
She gets the part I dont want to see anymore
(unplug the phone)

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