Matchstick Girl - The Crüxshadows

Silent empty streets

Forsaken to the cold

Moonlit, her shadow, like ink upon the snow

Barefoot, she shivers

With nowhere else to go

«Matches, matches here for sale»

And on this drifting course through time

Beneath the limitless sublime

Her heart beats lonely and afraid

Phantom faces at her side

In their anguish cannot hide

The beauty and the frailty of life

In desperation, she strikes a match

Her fingers burn with fire and ash

Escape the hard, imperfect world

Her eyes light up -- the matchstick girl

Perception clashes, voices sing

Like angels from a secret dream

And then, as quickly as it came

It fades into the cold

Back into the cold

The delicate and empty stars

Whisper light without remorse

And every shadow growing brave

To stand below the morn

A vision captures just the smile

And lingers on her lips a while

Before fading into the darkness

A stranger past unknown

And on this drifting course through time

Beneath the limitless sublime

Everyone who ever was will die

(Everybody dies)

After all the moments live

Whether too naive to give

The mercy one must grant, if he should find

In desperation she strikes a match

Fingers ablaze with fire and ash

Escape the hard, imperfect world

Her eyes light up -- the matchstick girl

Perception clashes, voices sing

Angels embrace her in their wings

And then as quickly as it came

It fades into the cold

She strikes another, here again

A nova burns, a hero’s flame

Against the hard, imperfect world

Her eyes light up -- the matchstick girl

And like the rivers of belief

A storybook, however brief

And then as quickly as it came

It fades into the cold

Back into the cold

Silent prayer, please God protect

The fingers stiffened by neglect

What she remembered, what man forgets

And for her suffering, heaven wept

In desperation she strikes the pack

Fingers alight with fire and ash

Warmth redeems a fading world

Her eyes light up -- the matchstick girl

Heaven breaks, and voices sing

Like angels in her secret dreams

And nothing here will ever touch

Nor harm this little girl

And in the alley, looking back

Fingers cold, now stained and black

The warmth departs a fading world

Her eyelids close -- the matchstick girl

The line breaks free this cruel space

A knowing smile upon her face

It stayed until the morning light

Frozen in the snow

The matchstick girl was home

The matchstick girl was home