Small crimes
Smiles stretched on old trees
Strike your match so lightly
Watch the crooked smoke rise
Empty prayers to Heaven
Just a mask of blue sky
Look away to
Small crimes
Kick the dog for eating
Leave your 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 onto 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
Freedom's 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 my tangled forest
(Growing) got my driest summer
(Small crimes) held my match box tightly
