Failure Small Crimes Lyrics

Small Crimes Lyrics

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 you 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
dryest summer
Small crimes
held my
match box tightly