Whenever you come home you light a little fire
A little fire, barely enough to burn you
Heaven knows it only gives a little light
But sometimes it's a little light that gets you
Cause you burned up all the books that were so sad
A lonesome history of a heart, parts one through four
Wrote another about two matchsticks holding hands
He's saying to the other "You won't burn alone anymore."
In the middle of the night one would sleep
The others lighting up the dark alongside you
And when the wind was blowing in you both would keep
each other burning like never alone would do
You're going to burn out alone
You're going to burn out alone
You're going to burn out alone
You're going to burn out alone