Kindling

Had a circular saw blade Where I should have had a heart I was trusted, I adored her And I tore it all apart

Twin moons on a millpond From a tumbledown barn 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 But your smile in the half-light was Pure pillow print cheek 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