[Verse 1]
Small crimes
Smiles stretched on old trees
Strike your match so lightly
Watch the crooked smoke rise
Empty prayers to Heaven
Just a mask of blue sky
Look away to-

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
Small crimes
Kick the dog for eating
Leave your old self hungry
Watch in coldest pleasure
Tell the world

[Break]
"Whatever, turns you on
Is fine with me, as long as you-"

[Bridge]
Matches don't get wet, warm wind
Warm winds calling me a coward make me smile
They can't convince me now
Burned prayers turn me on to nowhere sick and empty
I don't feel so bad
"-ever turns around again," says to me softly
"Start the fire now"
Small crimes, sever used-up old considerations
Freedom's not so great
All fears, burn up
[Verse 3: Ken Andrews & Greg Edwards]
They said
"Hold on, to the stairway railing"
"Meaning, everything is meaning"
"Something, makes it hard to keep track"
"Hold on, found my tangled forest"
"Growing, got my driest summer"
"Small crimes, held my match box tightly"

[Instrumental Outro]