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
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