Kindling

You count to seven

It's usually till ten

To hell with

Sydney girls

You're much better than them

On my mattress

I've been drawing a line

Where I'll shut my eyes

And where you should lie

You should lie

If you should lie

I'll be a lighter of fires

You'll be the fighter of fires

I'll be the lighter of fires

You be the fighter of fires

Should I choose to stay

Here now all depends

On buildings, buses, streets

Trees, rain and friends

On my mattress

I've been drawing a line

Where I'll shut my eyes

And where you should lie

You should lie

If you should lie

I'll be a lighter of fires

You'll be a fighter of fires

I'll be a lighter of fires

You be a fighter of fires