Matchstick Man - Paper Bird

Matchstick Man - Paper Bird
Written by：Anna Kohlweis
There are sheep in the sky
I see them passing the moon
Like a razorblade to an eyeball
On the movie screen
And their legs reach down past
Houses and cars
Cutting soft soil
Piercing their past
And the fires are still burning
But the concrete never cracks
I've got a house on the glacier
I'm up to every trick
And every night I hear the limestone rocks rolling
Past my horse's hoofs
I've got a hunger a hunger
For the bomb proof
Fold me into something else
Press my edges
Down with nails
I am outstretched
Widespread on the plains
And my hut is made of hay
Hold together by toothpicks
I am waiting every night
For the man with the matchstick
And everyone gets a pair of wings
To cross the big lake
Truth is it's just as impossible
As riding on snowflakes
But thanks for the possibility
Of flying out of this life
But I prefer
The hay and the matchstick man
Because they shine so bright
And I dig caves in every mountain
In search of your soul
And then when I've found you
My fingers all stiff and cold
I'm gonna kiss you on the forehead
And do all I can
To bury you deeper this time
To look for you all over again
And I dig caves in every mountain
In search of your soul
And then when I've found you
My fingers are all stiff and cold
I'm gonna kiss you on the forehead
And do all I can
To bury you deeper this time
To look for you all over again
And I dig caves in every mountain
In search of your soul
And then when I've found you
My fingers all stiff and cold
I'm gonna kiss you on the forehead
And do all I can
To bury you deeper this time
To look for you all over again
All over again
All over again
All over again
All over again