A Struck Match

Like a match when its struck
The heat that it conducts
Generates a spark of flame
Created by the utterance
Of her..name

Like when lightin' strikes
At the height, of a storm
A bolt of energy is born
And the only way I'd ever leave
Is if.. I was torn

Like a rose plucked from the ground
With it's thorns
The tighter I grip
The quicker my blood
Begins to drip
And my grasp on you
Begins to slip

And as I slip
I begin to fall
Like a drop of rain
No brakes like
A run away train

And like the match that is struck
From the heat that it conducts
Generates a spark of flame
Created by the utterance
Of her name.. her name

Like when lightin' strikes
At the height, of a storm
A bolt of energy is born
No way I'd ever leave
So I was torn.. I was torn