Name in gold
Big marquee
L.A. cold
Fifty three
Well the heat of a match could dry
Dry up the tears you've shed
Shed in the name of love
Heart is detached from head
Your arm around his waist
Comes so naturally
Not done to cause me pain
That's what tortures me
Well the heat of a match could dry
Dry up the tears you've shed
Shed in the name of love
Heart is detached from head
Well the heat of a match could warm
Warm up the heart you left
Left in the name of love
But I've got no more matches