Lyrics Matchsticks - Tom Bright

Tick tock goes the clock
As my consciousness rocks
Am I leaving?
Summon the strength for the stretch
But I've got nothing left
In the tank
If death is the answer, I've tried to be the dancer
Staked a claim for my defence
I see a light

It's like I'm made of matchsticks
Brittle boned, riddled with pain
And I can't stand it
Waiting it out, just to slip away
It's like I'm made of matchsticks

I arrive at a shore
Have I been here before?
Am I dreaming?
Give me sight, polar ray
As my hours turn to grey
On this land
If death is my calling, I'm stranded 'til morning
I'll anticipate the consequence
Through the night

It's like I'm made of matchsticks
Brittle boned, riddled with pain
And I can't stand it
Waiting it out, just to slip away
It's like I'm made of matchsticks

Then the wind whispers
I see the flame flicker
I'm heading up the hill
Past the heath
Between the sheets
Everything is still
It's like I'm made of matchsticks
It's like I'm made of matchsticks

It's like I'm made of matchsticks

It's like I'm made of matchsticks
It's like I'm made of matchsticks