Can You Catch a Flame

Can you catch a flame

Will you hold the wind

Do you keep a jar full of all your sins

Do you keep a name from a hazy spring

And whisper it from far when you hear me sing

Can you catch a flame

My hands fall still

My breathing slows

And how these foolish hearts were bruised nobody knows

Ranks of silver birch arranged in lines

Kaleidoscopes to disarray in tearful eyes

Silent as a page

Heavy as a sigh

Honest as a king who travels in disguise for love

Can you catch a flame

Will you hold the wind

Do you keep a jar full of all your sins

Do you keep a name from a hazy spring

And whisper it from far when you hear me sing

Can you catch a flame

A mourning mass that sings like crows

And where you sat there lies but just a single rose

Curse a quiet house that was a home

Is now but filled with noisy ghosts when you’re alone

Things that we won’t stand

Things for which we stood

Holy as a branded book that we called good enough

Can you catch a flame

Will you hold the wind

Do you keep a jar full of all your sins

Do you keep a name from a hazy spring

And whisper it from far when you hear me sing

Can you catch a flame…