Lyrics

If I should fall from off my perch and dust to dust return to earth
Would you yet regret my birth?
Was everything for nothing?

And if at last the sky departs, no day or night just light and dark
Would all the blood that fills your heart
Still pour out every morning?

The match is a flash and the wick burns quick
The smoke rolls slow and the clouds grow thick
This time tomorrow, well who knows who you’ll be with
When that body that you borrowed is ashes in the mist

And if I tried to diagnose just who’s the pest and who’s the host
Could I guess it even close,
When both are so absorbing?

When all the peasants storm the lots, and empty every big blue box,
And rip the pavement off the rocks,
Will that not count as earning?

The match is a flash and the wick burns quick
The smoke rolls slow and the clouds grow thick
This time tomorrow, well who knows who you’ll be with
When that body that you borrowed is ashes in the mist

When all the prophets on the walls that towered till their fatal falls
Are all exposed as lies and dolls,
Will you still seek their pardon?

And if the truth shall be revealed, and every code and law repealed,
All the cards remixed, redealed,
Would you still risk the bargain?

The match is a flash and the wick burns quick
The smoke rolls slow and the clouds grow thick
This time tomorrow, well who knows who you’ll be with
When that body that you borrowed is ashes in the mist