silent and distressed
forsaken to the cold
moonlit her shadow 
like ink upon the snow
barefoot she shivers 
with nowhere else to go
matches, matches here for sale 
and on this drifting course through time 
beneath the limitless supply (?)
a heart beats slowly and afraid
phantom faces at her side
in their anguish cannot hide
the beauty and the frailty of life
in desperation she strikes a match
her fingers burn with fire and ash 
a skip of heart in a perfect world
her eyes light up: the matchstick girl 
[] voices sing 
like angels from a secret dream
and then as quickly as it came 
it fades into the cold, back into the cold
[] and empty stars
who whisper light without remorse
and every shadow growing grey
to stand below the moon
a vision catches just a smile 
and lingers on her lips so warm
before fading into the darkness
a stranger past unknown
and on this drifting course through time 
beneath the limitless suply 
everyone who ever was will die (before their time)
after all the moment's thrill
[]
the mercy one was granted he should find
in desperation she strikes a match
fingers are blazed with fire and ash 
a skip of heart in perfect world
her eyes light up: the matchstick girl 
[] voices sing 
angels embrace her in their wings
and then as quickly as it came 
it fades into the cold
she strikes another and here again 
a nova burns, a hero's flame 
against the heart in a perfect world 
her eyes light up: the matchstick girl 
where {there} are believers {there} are beliefs (?)
a storybook however brief
and then as quickly as it came 
it fades into the cold, back into the cold
a silent prayer this god protect
[] find neglect
what you remember no man forgets
[]
in desperation she strikes []
fingers alive with fire and ash 
[] a fading world
her eyes light up: the matchstick girl 
heaven breaks, no voices sing
like angels in her secret dreams 
and nothing here will ever touch 
nor harm this little girl (the matchstick girl)
and in the alley looking back 
fingers cold now stained and black
the [] departs a fading world
her eyelids close, the matchstick girl
[] space
a knowing smile upon her face 
stained into the morning light 
frozen in the snow, matchstick girl is gone 
(the matchstick girl is gone)