A Fire On A Hill
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
And 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 a 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
Cause outside the night is still
Cold as the fog is collected on the sill
Feed the house through the fire to let out the light
Consumed and inspired, burned magnesium white
It spills from the hearth, take the curtains, the carpet, the 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 sky
Learning how to make a name, from the words we can't keep in
Learning how to strike a flame, and draw a 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