(Verse 1) The strike of a spark in the dead of the night, Palm to the flame, let it swallow the light. One little stick with its head dipped in red, Melting to nothing—just embers instead. (Pre-Chorus) They'll tell you you're burning too fast to be wise, But what's a brief blaze to the dark of the skies? (Chorus) Oh, I’m just a matchstick, flicker and fade, A second of gold in the jaws of the shade. Hold me too close and I’ll crumble to soot, Dance in the draft till I’m gone—that’s the truth. (Verse 2) Lit up a room when the shadows crept near, Fed it my filament, starved on a cheer. Bright for the blind, but the smoke's in my veins, Fighting the wind with no oxygen left. (Bridge) They built us to wither, they struck us to shine— A martyr’s the kindest word for my kind. (Chorus) Oh, I’m just a matchstick, flicker and fade, A second of gold in the jaws of the shade. Hold me too close and I’ll crumble to soot, Dance in the draft till I’m gone—that’s the truth. (Verse 3) Last one alight in a box full of ghosts, Barely a flame but I’ll give you the most. Burn through my backbone, I’ll laugh at the pain, Warmth for your fingers is all that remains. (Outro) Scatter my ashes where the wind dares to roam, A flicker’s a lifetime if you make it a home.
