Matchbox in My Purse
Dream
Country
About
A fun female-led country song with swagger, live-band sparkle, and a hook about carrying your own fire into the room.
Lyrics
I was worn thin by the of June Talking tough in an empty room Then you showed up with a quiet smile And sat with me a little while No big words, no grand rescue Just your hand saying I got you You came like slow mercy No crash, no storm, no fight Just one word, I got you One hand on the hurt in me And suddenly I could sleep at night I didn't know love could move that easy Till you came like slow mercy Coffee warm in your faded cup Sun came in and the house woke up You said my name like a steady hymn And all my edges softened then Maybe healing, don't rush in Maybe it just learns your skin You came like slow mercy No crash, no storm, no fight Just one hand on the hurt in me And suddenly I could sleep at night I didn't know love could move that easy Till you came like slow mercy No crash, no storm, no fight Just your hand saying I got you You came like slow mercy No crash, no storm, no fight No crash, no storm, no fight Just your hand saying I got you Just your hand saying I got you Just your hand saying I got you Just your hand saying I got you Just your hand saying I got you Just your hand saying I got you Just your hand saying I got you Just your hand saying I got you Just your hand saying I got you
Matchbox in My Purse
Dream
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