Lyrics:

This time the little match girl has brought her own snow
Alone in the cold she draws her real name with the flames,
Sifting around for prophecy
This sleep will test the morning--supposing--

A heart full of bric-a-brac--pufferfish and staplegun
Crucifix and teddybear, sequins, eiderdown
Hatboxes--shared houses--plumber's helpers--bits of string
These foolish things help me forget you

This time the match girl is ruling by thumb
Counting the inches that lay in a lifetime of regrets--
She suspects

A heart full of bric-a-brac--pufferfish and staplegun
Crucifix and teddybear, sequins, eiderdown
Hatboxes--shared houses--plumber's helpers--bits of string
These foolish things help me forget you

(So bad... Is alone so bad?)