Wrestler

Wrestler - Lotte Kestner

It turns out I have a book of matches

Right here in my pocket

And you had climbed down a well

You must have been waiting here 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

I 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 in every thought

I'll wrestle you in

I'll wrestle you in every thought