Two Matchsticks

Whenever you come home you light a little fire

A little fire barely enough to burn you

And heaven knows it only gives a little light

But sometimes it's the little light that gets you

'Cause you burned up all the books, it was so sad

A lonesome history of a hard parts one through four

Or wrote another 'bout two matchsticks holding hands

You're sayin' to the other you won't burn alone

Anymore

In the middle of the night one would sleep

The other's lighting up the dark alongside you

And when the wind was blowin' in you both would keep

Each other burning like neither alone would do

You're gonna burn out alone

You're gonna burn out alone

You're gonna burn out alone

You're gonna burn out alone