Small Crimes

Small crimes
Smiles stretched on old trees
Strike your match so lightly
Watch the crooked smoke rise
Empty prayers to heaven
Just a mask of blue sky
Look away to

Small crimes
Kick the dog for eating
Leave your old self hungry
Watch in coldest pleasure
Tell the world what

Ever turns you on
Is fine with me
As long as you

Matches don't get wet
Warm winds
Calling me a coward
Make me smile

They can't convince me now
Burned prayers
Turn me on to nowhere
Sick and empty

I don't feel so bad
Ever turns around again
Says to me softly
"Start the fire now"

Small crimes
Sever used-up old
Considerations
Freedom's not so great

All fears
Burn up

They said
(Hold on) to the stairway railing
(Meaning) everything is meaning
(Something) makes it hard to keep track
(Hold on) from my tangled forest
(Growing) got my driest summer
(Small crimes) held my match box tightly



Credits
Writer(s): Greg Edwards, Ken Andrews
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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