There's nothing I can do  I guess  to feel less

Over the weather  feet together  stuck in the mess

Maybe she's blue  I guess  but if she left
Would there be anything here
Just a dripping sphere  a lonely speck

Oh no no no if you keep on striking matches one day
The splinters in your fingers will turn around and say

Oh you're terrible people and now you've got no corners left to turn

No matches left to burn

Sweet  sweet  terrible people  you said that when you burned out of your brain

The music was to blame

I'm mad at the world today cause she didn't say

To stop or go or leave me alone I'm not in the mood

Oh no no no if you keep on striking matches one day
The splinters in your fingers will turn around and say
Oh you're terrible people and now you've got no corners left to turn

No matches left to burn

Sweet  sweet  terrible people  you said that when you burned out of your brain

The music was to blame

Oh no no if you keep on marching tragic
International shame

The stupid were to blame

Oh no no if you keep on striking matches one day
The splinters in your fingers will turn around and say

Oh you're terrible people and now you've got no corners left to turn

No matches left to burn

Sweet  sweet  terrible people

I'm saying that when the world gets turned to dust

The music's gonna stop