I fear I'm growing numb
I'm finding out the hard way
What does it feel like, this nothing?
I guess you'd say, it's safe at least
I have my doubts, though
I wish you'd answer when I call
Did you get my message?
What did I sound like?
I can't remember anything
Day in the life, repeat
Take my songs, take my photographs
They mean nothing to me
What do they do for you?
If you lose something that you love
Can it be found again?
I wrote a film about the two of us
It was a romance, I think
Everything is black, at first
Then I'm crawling up
To the light you're holding
You're living color, you're picture perfect
Cupping flames in your bare hands
I'm just a matchbook
Every time I get close to you
I catch fire