It starts with a spark
A breath and a moment of still
A flicker, a glow, as the oxygen spills
Through a delta of spindles and stone
Kindled from nothing in a whisper of smoke
There a gift ignites
A cursive thought takes flight
And there's a dancer
Twisting in between the spines
Give her the breather's kiss
And watch her spirit lift
She'll take over the stage
And she'll own the night

Learning how to make a name
From the words we can't keep in
Learning how to strike a flame
And draw fire from nothing

I don't know where to begin
To make these words take shape
How to nurture a flame
And raise it to a blaze
That on the clearest night can be seen forever
I don't know where to begin, or begin again

It's not enough
Because outside the night is still cold
The fog is collected on the sill
Feed the house to the fire to let out the light
Consumed and inspired, burned magnesium white
Let it spill from the hearth, take the curtains
The carpet to fuel the insatiable fire inside
We'll set fire to a hill, so intense that
It will be the brightest star on this side of the sky

Learning how to make a name
From the words we can't keep in
Learning how to strike a flame
And draw fire from nothing

I don't know where to begin
To make these words take shape
How to nurture a flame
And raise it to a blaze
That on the clearest night can be seen forever
I don't know where to begin, or begin again

I don't know where to begin
To make these words take shape
How to nurture a flame
And raise it to a blaze
That on the clearest night can be seen forever
I don't know where to begin, or begin again