Kindling

Out of circular saw blades

That should've had a hearts

I was twisted, I adored her

And I tore it all apart

Twin moons on a mill pond

From a tumbled down barn

I can still taste the heat of the sun on her skin

In my arms

I could fall to the cold of these January streets

But your smile in the half light is pure pillow print sheet

I will 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