A cold man
playing with some matches
ignores all those who say
fire burns
A sweet girl
messin' with the sour
doesn't realize she'll be bitter
in the bitter cold
A soft hand
the softest of an answer
can't turn away the harshness of his scorn
His hard hand
burned by all the matches
Maybe she was better off in the cold
A long day
really isn't over
until you forget it never really was
A sweet girl
with a morsel of the sour
remembers a time that made her strong