Текст песни Matches - il Westo

Sharp cold, so dark, it's a new day my hand me down shoes
Bruised by the landscape abused, corroding when the snow comes
Frostbite on my face it hurts, but I'm feeling so numb
I see food from a window view crept along cold and I'm blue
Nothing in my pockets, but matches for a flame so I strike a match and feel the warmth
Smell ashes in the alleyway, God, an infinite when it's lit
I forget the howling wind and the situation I'm in
As fast as the fire warms the faster it dies out
My fingers are frozen under these clouds
Striking matches on the wall
I'm stalling, but I'm falling like some leaves, but the matches to the wall
Makes me feel so free Dear ghosts, do you see through
Do you see me becoming you
God have mercy on me
I'm on my last few matches, forgive me for my sins
I'm reflecting on my actions
Just let me live just one more match so I can strike it again
So I can see my own light when my time ends
And I lay there shedding tears, but they're freezing on my flesh
As the ice hits my ears. all I do is smile I've been through all my trials
My corpse will be recycled into soil in this cycle
Nothing in my pockets, but matches for a flame so I strike a match and feel the warmth
Smell ashes in the alleyway, God
And now I'm dead, blooming into flowers
Growing in my roots, spreading every hour painful memories devoured
When they left like seeds
Helping grow hurt into new flowers
On nights like these
Pain comes and goes, but life is so precious
So I light a match to send out a message
A torch in the wreckage
Strike a match for an answer
I'm writing in pain
I'm writhing in pain
Our hurt is the same