Matches (Studio Bonus) Songtext
von Wade Bowen

I wished I smoked cigarettes
Then I′d have a reason to keep some by my bed
And I wouldn't be searching out every drawer in the house for matches, matches
It hasn′t rained here for weeks
Yeah, I've got the courage, got the gasoline
And there's a warm wind blowin off of the mountains in the east.
Can you feel the breeze?


Maybe we should just let go
Set whats left of us up in smoke
Cuz this love is full of lies, sorries we don′t use
here I am to find myself down to one excuse
there with bitter emptyness, hell its a damn fuse, it′s gonna make or find pile of ashes
Mistakes and memories will burn
More fuel for the fire another lesson never learned
One more chance for you and me to get it all out with matches, matches

Maybe we should just let go
Set whats left of us up in smoke
Cuz this love is full of lies, sorries we don't use
here I am to find myself down to one excuse
there with bitter emptyness, hell its a damn fuse, it′s gonna make or find pile of ashes
Once I find the matches

Cuz this love is full of lies, sorries we don't use
here I am to find myself down to one excuse
there with bitter emptyness, hell its a damn fuse, it′s gonna make or find pile of ashes
Yeah It's gonna make or find pile of ashes
once I find the matches
Well, I wished I smoked cigarettes
Cuz then I′d have a reason to keep some by my bed and I wouldn't be searching out every drawer in the house for matches,
matches, matches