Ezra Furman - Tip of a Match

I like those sounds
Turn the lights off

I saw a billboard advertising God
I climbed the ladder, I saw all the ways
That this city was flawed
I hemmed and hawed, I sold my body
So my brain could eat
But I will not admit defeat
I will not admit defeat
I will not

Apocalypse was
Supposed to happen before this song
We're all grown up now
I think that time's gone on too long
The tide is strong
There's nothing wrong
With being swept out to sea
But I will not admit defeat
I will not admit defeat
I will not

If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
Then strike yourself on something
Rough

Written by:
Ezra Mordechai Furman

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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