(Difford/Tilbrook)  



Striking matches and I'm smoking cigarettes   

Putting on the kettle, playing a cassette  

Folding up the papers rubbing my eyes   

Thinking of all that had happened last night  

The passion, the feelings that soaked in her love   

And the pools of silence when kisses were sprung  

Her love levitates me, I'm walking on air   

Two feet from the carpet, I'll always be there  

Oooh I'm striking matches it's morning again   

I look in the mirror I still look the same  

I'm striking matches it's morning again   

I look in the mirror I go up in flames  



Striking matches getting a flame on the stove   

There's some of her in the teeth of my comb  

Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor   

She's silently sleeping, I half close the door   

I see her beauty laying on my bed   

I'm warm from within me with what she has said  

Her love is my balloon, I won't let it down   

For ever and ever I'll always be proud.   



I'm a director casting for a part   

(Turn on the light)  

It's for a soap set here right in my heart.   

(Leave her alone)  

Shuffle to the window shuffle to the door   

(Don't wake her up)  

She gets the part I don't want to see anymore   

(Unplug the phone)