Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Matchstick Maker , by - Bowerbirds. Song from the album Hymns For A Dark Horse, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 16.06.2008
Record label: Dead Oceans
Song language: English
Matchstick Maker |
| Dredge the Cedar River |
| For a previous life |
| Or scour the cliffs above |
| In search of lost time |
| And you’ll never find the body |
| As the Palisades crumble slowly |
| And claim the past as their own |
| Branded skin, broken vessel |
| Took a job in the city |
| Making matchsticks |
| To start other men’s fires |
| Oh |
| Gorgeous blooms on these cliffs |
| Midst a battery of sticks and twigs |
| Gravity toils away |
| Blisters on its hands from tightening ropes all day |
| Lashing down all it sees |
| But its pull is like a father’s and not like a king’s |
| And the rule of the land is more like a strong suggestion |
| As this strong current begs for the open ocean |
| Branded skin, broken vessel |
| Took a job in the city |
| making matchsticks |
| To start other men’s fires |