Kindling (Fickle Flame) [feat. John Grant]

I had a circular saw blade

Where I should of had a heart

You captured boats who float for so long

I was trusting, I adored her

And I tore it all apart

I'm sure you try and stop the sunset on your own

Twin moons on a millpond

From a tumbledown barn

Our forever watching ancient silver gravity

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

In my arms

I could fall to the cold of

These January streets

Keep a hand around the fickle flame

Of morning after

Your smile in the half light is

Pure pillow print cheek

An angel tangled in the very cloths of heaven

Oh, we'll be far away for awhile

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 the boys

Fifty souls to a carriage

And 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