A little sky is changing,
Tinge of grey on blue,
But the clouds are on my mind, now,
I leave the storm to you.
A little sky may thrash and fight,
And your boat may toss and tip,
But the sun must rise over all bad nights,
And so we'll right the ship.

Burn a match for me,
A single, solitary light
Please, oh god, I need it
Strike it up against my side
It's what I live for,
Searching for the flame
A fuse at high noon,
Nowhere near the night.
You turn your head away,
and I wonder why you still refuse,
Though I beg and plead and crawl.
"Get off your knees," you say,
I only shiver and I fall.
All I ask is a tiny match,
One half-an-inch of flame,
Give it, bring it, feed it to me,
One spark that calls my name.