Check My Eyelids For Holes Testo

Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands. And I'm overhearing
elder ladies, As the rumours start to fly
You can hear them in the schoolyard. In the scrapyard. In the chip shop. In
the phone box. In the pool hall. At the shoe store. Every corner turned around
It started with a school girl. Who was running. Running home to her Mum and
Dad
Told them she was playing, in the change room of local football side. They
said tell us again, she told them again, tell us the truth, we find it hard
to believe. Cause he
thought our steve, he even trained me taught Uncle John whose a father of
three.
Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees
1000 trees
You see it in the classroom. In the swimming pool. Where the matchstick men
are made. At the scout's hall. At the football. All the wise we trust are paid
They all honour his name. He did a lot for the game. He got his name
knocked up above the sports ground gates. But now they're ripping them
down, stamp on the
ground Picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge
Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees
1000 trees
Wake up and smell the rain. Shake up, he's back to stay. He hasn't been on
a holiday. His growing seeds don't believe. While he's been away.
In the schoolyard. Changing room. Playing field. Bathroom. Phone box.
Office blocks. Corners turned around.
They keep doubting the flame, tossing the blame. Got his name knocked up
above the sports ground gates. And they're ripping them down, stamping the
ground
Picture gathers dust in the bar in the lounge
Only takes one tree, to make 1000 matches
Only takes one match, to burn 1000 trees
1000 trees
1000 trees
1000 trees