The Matches Follow

Clouds crash on the hillside
Set to sail your soul at high tide
High time you left that shadow
Dead weight in the meadow
Let it follow far below

Oh, Oh, Oh
Whoa, what a ceiling
All the angels cracked and peeling
Revealing constellations
One day you will name one
After a boy you knew when
You were back in middle school and
Engraved his name in love notes
Everyone retained though
In a box behind your raincoats

Oh, those days when rainy days meant
Trace the spaces raindrops made when
Racing 'cross the windshield
The pace of life wasn't real
Oh, though how it quickened
How the slope began to slicken
You slip into a grin then
Begin with where you've been and
In my linen you are skin again

La da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Da da da da da
La da da da da da da da

Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside
Set to sail your soul at high tide
High time you left that shadow
Dead weight in the meadow
In my linen you are skin again