Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Wade Bowen

Matches

 

Matches


I wished I smoked cigarettes
Then I'd have a reason to keep some by my bed
and I wouldn't be searching out every drawer in the house for matches, matches

It hasn't rained here for weeks
Yeah, I've got the courage, got the gasoline
and theres a warm wind blowin off of the mountains in the east.
Can you feel the breeze?

[Chorus:]
Maybe we should just let go
Set whats left of us up in smoke
Cuz this love is full of lies, sorries we don't use
here I am to find myself down to one excuse
there with bitter emptyness, hell its a damn fuse,
it's gonna make a fine pile of ashes

Mistakes and memories will burn
More fuel for the fire another lesson never learned
One more chance for you and me to get it all out with matches, matches

[Chorus:]
Maybe we should just let go
Set whats left of us up in smoke
Cuz this love is full of lies, sorries we don't use
here I am to find myself down to one excuse
there with bitter emptyness, hell its a damn fuse,
it's gonna make a fine pile of ashes

Once I find the matches

[Chorus:]
Cuz this love is full of lies, sorries we don't use
here I am to find myself down to one excuse
there with bitter emptyness, hell its a damn fuse,
it's gonna make a fine pile of ashes

Yeah It's gonna make a fine pile of ashes
once I find the matches

Well, I wished I smoked cigarettes
Cuz then I'd have a reason to keep some by my bed and
I wouldn't be searching out every drawer in the house for matches,
matches, matches

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?