Seven Matches Songtext
von Gord Downie

She gave me matches
Seven wooden matches
She put them into a small, slim glass jar
With a screw-top lid
And I fingered that jar, I put it in my pocket
She said, "Can′t go in the woods without them"
I smiled at her and left

And I kept them dry
And as long as there were six, I'd be fine
As long as there were five matches in that jar


Mile after mile
Oh, the chk-chk-chk-chk sound of the matches
Oh, the memory of her smile

I kept them dry
And as long as there were five, I′d be fine
As long as there were four matches in a jar

With a screw-top lid
I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings
But that's what she did

I kept them dry
And as long as there were three, I'd be fine
As long as there were two matches in that jar