Matches in the Sofa

[couchgrouch]

Matches in the SofaThey say a woman always knowswhat her man is feelinghalf-hearted kisses and late nightsare often revealingbut either your kiss was always coldor my love was blindingcos your face hid a secret heartI only saw by findingmatches in the sofawith only one match gonea single smoke shared in the darkthat burned sweet and smooth and longI thought we were built to lastbut all that's left is ashesnow our trust is just stale smokeand love has boiled down to matchesmatches in the sofayou never liked to smokefar back as I rememberthe only time you lit upwas that cheap hotel in Denveryou bought Kents at the gift shopthe night we turned loversso I knew where your dreams had sleptthe morning I discoveredmatches in the sofawith only one match gonea single smoke shared in the darkthat burned sweet and smooth and longI thought we were built to lastbut all that's left is ashesnow our trust is just stale smokeand love has boiled down to matchesmatches in the sofathough I guess I missed the signsand didn't sense what was on your mindat least I know other women nowsince you did the same to meit's sad I fin'lly seehow your first wife felt when she foundmatches in the sofawith only one match gonea single smoke shared in the darkthat burned sweet and smooth and longI thought we were built to lastbut all that's left is ashesnow our trust is just stale smokeand love has boiled down to matchesmatches in the sofa(c)2005 Robert George