The Matchseller

[Verse 1]
My jewel thief is smiling like lady with child
I remember the scent of his laughter
Your daughter has fallen and asked me to come
But the bridge on my shoulder is narrow

[Verse 2]
I am a wave on the shore of your breast
I am a hand across the sun
Your daughter has come and asked me to speak
But the bridge on my shoulder trembles

[Chorus]
Accept my regrets I am broken inside
A newspaper patchwork-like overcoat
But the matches I sell are for you alone

[Chorus]
Tell me the fires are good
Tell me my love hands are wood
For the matches I sell are for you alone

[Verse 3]
Lady of bedroom and Princess of street
Touch lightly the skin of the stranger
Your daughter has stolen the jewel from the thief
But the bridge on my shoulder holds

[Chorus]
Accept my regrets that I spoke from inside
A newspaper patchwork-like overcoat
But the matches I sold you were second-hand

[Chorus]
Tell me the wires are bare
Tell me my love hands will dare
For the matches I sell are for you alone