Small Crimes

Small crimes Smiles stretched on old trees Strike your match so lightly Watch the crooked smoke rise Empty prayers to heaven Just a mask of blue sky Look away to Small crimes Kick the dog for eating Leave your old self hungry Watch in coldest pleasure Tell the world what Ever turns you on Is fine with me As long as you Matches don't get wet Warm winds Calling me a coward Make me smile They can't convince me now Burned prayers Turn me on to nowhere Sick and empty I don't feel so bad Ever turns around again Says to me softly "Start the fire now" Small crimes Sever used-up old Considerations Freedom's not so great All fears Burn up They said (Hold on) to the stairway railing (Meaning) everything is meaning (Something) makes it hard to keep track (Hold on) from my tangled forest (Growing) got my driest summer (Small crimes) held my match box tightly