Tad Dreis - Matchbox lyrics

I trip on matches I stumble blind I practice hat tricks But they aren't mine But they're good I want some magic Some colored time It seems so tragic My sorrows rhyme Is that good? You love another Well that's just fine A cloud's tears are covered When it's you who's flying Above But I'm lying down here below And I'm looking up at the water falling Above Through the prisms I see you You have your hands in my hair I know you hate me to see you When you're up there And I'm below A box of matches Beneath your fears I'm here, I catches Your falling tears