The Old Matchbook Trick

Lyrics for The Old Matchbook Trick

Last time that I came here, came down with a fever Next day it was gone with the suddenness of its arrival When we all were much younger, were we really different In the really real world we knew? In the really real world we knew Last night, I saw the sun rise over sleepy Barcelona Riding in a bus with the road crew from Embrace Everyone was sleeping, I noticed a reflection And saw the age upon my face And saw the age upon my face Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh Last thing I remember about waking up in Kristiansand Was gagging on my toothbrush as it wiped across my tongue Removed a drunken sailor, paid his bar and porno bill Gonna have to fuckin' hose him down Gonna have to fuckin' hose him down The clarity isn't blinding Where's the befuddled middleman? The gentle goofus with his comedy and wit Spaced out in the crowd with the cramped and the cluttered Falls from his fingers to your hand Falls from your fingers to his hand Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh The old matchbook trick keeps the table from wobble Slipped under the short leg, steadies the unsteadiness Lopsided conversation makes a solid place to rest Arms and thought upon Arms and thought upon Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh