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