Testo di Small Crimes

Small crimes Smiles stretched on old trees Strike your match so lightly Watch the crooked smoke rise Empty praters to heaven Just a mask of blue sky Look away to Small crimes Kick the dog for eating Leave you old self hungry Watch in coldest pleasure Tell the world what Ever turns you on is fine with me as long as Matches don't get wet Warm winds calling me a coward make me smile They can't convince me now Burned prayers turn me on to nowhere sick and empty I don't feel so bad Ever turns around again says to me softly Start the fire now Small crimes sever used-up old considerations Freedoms not so great All fears burn up They said hold on to the stairway railing Meaning everything is meaning Something makes it hard to keep track Hold on found me tangled forest Growing got my dryest summer Small crimes held my match box tightly