Matches And Nails

(album: Hip To The Javabean - 2004)

Hello, you tiny cardboard box with matches inside
Hello, you wooden match. Hello, the light you provide
You keep me warm, you keep me safe
You know that darkness isn't good
But nothing lasts forever
You're only two inches of flammable wood

And when the sun comes back, there won't be any lack
Of lumination in any way
But on the other hand, I'll never understand
Why it disappears after every day
Now I've forgotten what I wanted to say

Hello, you railroad nail, so sharp, so rusty and red
Hello, you sledgehammer, implanting it into my head
And with it comes a stream of thought
And soon ideas begin to form
So I must thank you for it
The nail in my head is the eye of the storm

And with my newfound mind, I make the world unwind
As if the planet is made of clay
This is a tragic mix of wayward magic tricks
And giant robots from far away
Now I've forgotten what I wanted to say