Text: Architecture In Helsinki. Fingers Crossed. Kindling.

You won't count to seven
It's usually 'til 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 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