The Blue Aeroplanes - Sulphur lyrics

I thought I would strike A Lucifer pose then make a match And I did, I did I dropped the box and wrote a catch And I though I caught A whiff of sulphur And our little love drinks home-made lemonade Like a kid growing up on its own somewhere Finding its own level Playing with matches in a deadened street Unaware that its parents have made Their own little pact with the Devil Of un-made things And I thought I caught A whiff of sulphur And the cute Devil's faithful apprentice Leaned over for a match Checked the pa**ports, checked the flights Checked the hymen Lit the stairs to a back room Locked me in a slipped the catch And so happy we were With our cute old possessions and stuff To be made of air and ghosts And to think that the love we had would always be enough And would never be placed in care And I thought I caught A whiff of sulphur But what is this? We have neglected our love And don't know where it is And if we don't know, well it's probably on the street Getting the fireworks wrong and the dealing right Bonfire Night is loud and bright and lasts all winter Celebration rends the air We are here and it is there We have to call it home And I thought I caught A whiff of sulphur I thought I caught A whiff of sulphur And the faithful apprentice has acquired a found love A bright un-made thing of its own Lucifer is unable to share And his hand in reaching is somehow caught His match in striking is somehow made to flare And he sees cigarette smoke curl in her hair And the bedside alarm blinks nought-nought-nought In the conditioned air And he looks for the match-book that brought him there I thought I caught A whiff of sulphur I thought I caught A whiff of sulphur But where in the hell is he? In the end who cares? It's only air and the thought of a spark That keeps us in the dark