striking matches

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, ooh 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, it's for a soap set here right in my heart, shuffle to the window shuffle to the door, she gets the part i don't want to see anymore,