Dirt and Matches — K. Hunt

Hey, Lynn
I’m all alone
Sinking faster
‘Cause I’m on my own

No dirt for my home
So no place for a stove
No money for matches anyway

But there is a place
For you in my nonsense
I built it myself
A place for you

I built it myself
Of dirt and matches
Of dirt and matches
Your dreams will come true

I will plant flowers
You will clip them
We’ll get them in water
Then revel in our bliss

From dirt and matches your dreams will come true

I will plant flowers
You will kiss them
We’ll put on a fire
Then revel in our bliss

From dirt and matches your dreams will come true