He's not bulletproof Don't let him fool you His laugh is a lie He's dying inside From the sticks and stones somebody threw
Our tongues are like matches Our ears are like trees Our words are like sparks On dry summer leaves It doesn't take much For the flames to rise And turn a soul Into a forest fire
She's not half as strong, no As she'd like to let on She smiles, but she knows She can't take one more blow From the hate that she's heard for so long
Our tongues are like matches Our ears are like trees Our words are like sparks On dry summer leaves It doesn't take much For the flames to rise And turn a soul Into a forest fire
Be careful Be careful what you say
Our tongues are like matches Our ears are like trees Our words are like sparks On dry summer leaves It doesn't take much For the flames to rise And turn a soul Into a forest fire
