Matches

Dust the ashes from your eyes

Red of dawn in midnight skies

Oh you, let it fuel and consume

And burn into your mind

The smoke and lies

Fingers point when hands are tied

Sink or swim, the loaded die

And you, you who gave us these brooms

And dare to look surprised

You never stopped to think we'd learn to fly

I've been so many women

I've been worshiped and abhorred

They loved me for my voice until it conjured up false storms

I've been loose with my morals or I've turned the key too tight

I smiled through the daylight hours and plotted through the night

Remember you who tell the tale of how we climbed those pyres

They weren't burning witches, it was women on those fires

And like a cuckoo in the nest

We recall what they forget

They kissed our mouths and bound our legs

Still they haven't caught us yet

And you, you will rise with the moon

And show what scorn can do

Don't they know that we have matches too?

I've been so many women

I've been worshiped and abhorred

They loved me for my voice until it conjured up false storms

I've been loose with my morals or I've turned the key too tight

I smiled through the daylight hours and plotted through the night

Remember when you tell the tale of how we climbed those pyres

They weren't burning witches, it was women on those fires