The wooden birds - Two Matchsticks lyrics

Ever you come home you light a little fire A little fire barely enough to burn you And Heaven knows it only gives a little light But sometimes it's the little light that gets you Cause you burned up all the books, it was so sad A lonesome history of a hard parts one through four Or wrote another 'bout two matchsticks holding hands You're sayin' to the other you won't burn alone… anymore In the middle of the night one would sleep The other's lighting up the dark alongside you And when the wind was blowin' in you both would keep Each other burning like neither alone would do You're gonna burn out alone You're gonna burn out alone You're gonna burn out alone You're gonna burn out alone