Kindling (Fickle Flame) - elbow, John Grant

Had a circular saw blade

Where I should have had a heart

You kept your boat afloat for so long

I was trusted, I adored her

And I tore it all apart

I saw you try and stop the sunset on your own

Twin moons on a millpond

From a tumbledown barn

I’ll forever want your ancient silver gravity

I can still taste the heat of the sun on her skin in my arms

I could fold to the cold of

These January streets

Keep your hand around the fickle flame of morning after

But your smile in the half-light was

Pure pillow print cheek

An angel tangled in the very cloths of heaven

Oh, we’ll be far away for a while

But my heart’s staying put

Warming and guarding and guiding

The one that I love

Warming and guarding and guiding

The one that I love

The silence and the waiting and the rush of all aboard

Fifty souls to a carriage I’m trying hard to be ignored

Then my telephone shakes into life and I see your name

And the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train

And the wheat fields explode into gold either side of the train

And the wheat fields explode into gold