A It turns out I have a book of matches Right here in my pocket And you had climbed down a well You must've been waiting there for me But I want to light it Will you let me light it I can see right across I'm sure that I know where you're sleeping My heart is the color it makes When buildings reflect on the water My heart is a building And you are the ceiling like it when There is hardly any light And the morning Is fighting in my eyes I'll wrestle you in I'll wrestle you in every thought I'll wrestle you in I'll wrestle you in every thought It turns out water is clear As soon as you stop to catch it It turns out I do not fly Because my wings are elastic And they bring me back here Back across the water They bring me back here Across the water I like it when There are hardly any lights And the morning Is fighting in my eyes I'll wrestle you in I'll wrestle you into every thought I'll wrestle you in I'll wrestle you into every thought