| 作曲 : Ken Andrews/Greg Edwards | |
| 作词 : Greg Edwards | |
| Small crimes | |
| Smiles stretched on | |
| old trees | |
| Strike your match so | |
| lightly | |
| Watch the crooked | |
| smoke rise | |
| Empty praters 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Freedoms 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 found me | |
| tangled forest | |
| Growing got my | |
| driest summer | |
| Small crimes held my | |
| match box tightly |
| zuo qu : Ken Andrews Greg Edwards | |
| zuo ci : Greg Edwards | |
| Small crimes | |
| Smiles stretched on | |
| old trees | |
| Strike your match so | |
| lightly | |
| Watch the crooked | |
| smoke rise | |
| Empty praters 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 | |
| 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 | |
| usedup old | |
| considerations | |
| Freedoms 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 found me | |
| tangled forest | |
| Growing got my | |
| driest summer | |
| Small crimes held my | |
| match box tightly |
| zuò qǔ : Ken Andrews Greg Edwards | |
| zuò cí : Greg Edwards | |
| Small crimes | |
| Smiles stretched on | |
| old trees | |
| Strike your match so | |
| lightly | |
| Watch the crooked | |
| smoke rise | |
| Empty praters 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 | |
| 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 | |
| usedup old | |
| considerations | |
| Freedoms 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 found me | |
| tangled forest | |
| Growing got my | |
| driest summer | |
| Small crimes held my | |
| match box tightly |