Screen Door Candle

You only call when the hour is late

Under the light of the interstate

Leaning against the screen door that never latches

We are just sparks from dying matches

And you smile for the story but mean none of it

While the blackout cake candle stays lit in the wind

(oh-oh-oh) We are holding onto what

has already been

Your screen glows blue in the dark of the hall

We build a fortress

only to watch it fall

The wind keeps blowing the screen door wide

With nowhere left for our secrets to hide

And you smile for the story but mean none of it

While the blackout cake candle stays lit in the wind

(oh-oh-oh) We are holding onto what

has already been

Beside the door that never latches (hmmmmm)