Burnt Matches

Friday night comes along So look alive, the camera's on Blind I'm a man, in the dark That hides like a snake, in the rough Maybe I should move along Or maybe I've not seen enough Blind I'm a man, in the dark It cuts like a knife, through my heart Old habits No resting place Burnt matches Our only trace Caught on the way out Caught in the lion's den Caught on the way out Caught in the lion's den Friday night disappears These blurry eyes don't see the tears Pained from the light of the sun Ashamed of the man I've become Maybe I should call it quits I feel it slipping through my fingertips No I just can't face, anymore Lost in a place, I adore Old habits No resting place Burnt matches Our only trace Caught on the way out Caught in the lion's den Caught on the way out Caught in the lion's den Old habits No resting place Burnt matches Our only trace Caught on the way out Caught in the lion's den Caught on the way out Caught in the lion's den