Listening to Fats Domino Yellow light of evening glow It's time Time to count my chips and flee This old card game's eating me alive Yellow, yellow dusty streams Pick apart your weathered seams inside Matchstick heart You'll always be the last to forget it Your bright spark Could become a fire if you let it Scatter the dust And then you can come down your mountain Matchstick heart Come and see the fire you started Wooden man inside the book That you wrote as your hands sOne night Look into the blackened page Between the lines, into a blinding light Slowly, slowly he caught fire As he wrote the flames licked higher and higher Matchstick heart You'll always be the last to forget it Your bright spark Could become a fire if you let it Scatter the dust And then you can come down your mountain Matchstick heart Come and see the fire you started In the small hours I will go back To those days so hopelessly Where the wind blows Through the dark woods Where we once stood hopefully Like a wooden man With a matchstick heart I will always be your Matchstick heart You'll always be the last to forget it Your bright spark Could become a fire if you let it Scatter the dust And then you can come down your mountain Matchstick heart Come and see the fire you started