Tinder Sticks

Oh, I'm waiting as she endlessly gets dressed
She'll carefully collect the tinder in neat stacks

And Oh, this time is different to the last
Some cruel deity miscast this strange fool as her beloved moons ago
I think I'm out of time
As the strained tune of flamed kindling serenades this grateful home

But this time the fire will burn
And keep her warm 'til I return again

Oh darling
I was a shivering bag of bones
'Til she fixed the twigs and coals
And rid me of the cold

Oh lover
I watch the embers glow
Then take her to the show to see the nervous clown frozen as a lake
I think it's parody
And the old reel keeps turning in a coiled, repeated state

But this time the fire will burn
And keep her warm 'til I return again

Oh darling
I kissed her generous lips
We sliced the tinder sticks and fed the hearth with flint



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Writer(s): Conor Miley
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