Hands Like Houses - A Fire On a Hill

It starts with a spark
A breath fed, 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 the 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 collect'd on the sill
Feed the house to the fire
To let out the light
Consumed and inspired
Burned magnesium white

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 the 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 the 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