Burnt Matches

Friday night comes along
So look alive, the camera's on
Blind I'm a man, in the dark
That hides like a snake, in the rough

Maybe I should move along
Or maybe I've not seen enough
Blind I'm a man, in the dark
It cuts like a knife, through my heart

Old habits
No resting place
Burnt matches
Our only trace
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den

Friday night disappears
These blurry eyes don't see the tears
Pained from the light of the sun
Ashamed of the man I've become

Maybe I should call it quits
I feel it slipping through my fingertips
No I just can't face, anymore
Lost in a place, I adore

Old habits
No resting place
Burnt matches
Our only trace
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den

Old habits
No resting place
Burnt matches
Our only trace
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den
Caught on the way out
Caught in the lion's den