Bring Matches, Bring Fire Letra

making plans in a distant land
i got too much i think you oughta know
kinda a low blow
and go home

sad faces all around
and you wont settle down
when the one thing that you never could save
is the one thing you left on the shelf

i got track record for doing wrong
i keep it posted on the frame of my window
markin' it down, markin' it down until its full
and if i keep marking it, i wouldn't be so proud of it

sad faces all around
and you wont settle down
when the one thing that you never could save
is the one thing that you left on the shelf

and it's bad
it's worse
you're the first to burn
and it's bad
it's worse
you're the first to burn

side-winding through the fire
we're bringing matches
we're bringing fire
this is the sound of being left