forget the matches that they sold to you they were used stick with your golden hue now im glowing too hoping having a hold on you doesnt mean i grow dependent grace was just hoping for heaven you can say anything you want to me theyll use words youve never heard it makes you unsure grace got caught in the melting pot but fights it like a dream in all the lying and the screams she stays quiet and serene the adult lifes a bonfire burning youve got to keep a couple feet away to keep from hurting wasnt at first but shes learning well you can say anything you want to me theyll use words youve never heard it makes you unsure well let old homes old bones all down well let old homes old bones all down well let old homes old bones all down let em all down forget the matches that they sold to you