Faint Fires

Rain on the glass,

shadows on the floor

I don't hear your footsteps anymore

Only the clock ticking on the wall

Waiting for a call that won't come

at all

And the embers grow cold in the grate

(ohhh) We both knew

that we'd stay up too late

Trying to mend

what was already gone

Left in the dark,

waiting for the dawn

Empty cup sitting on the wooden stand

Tracing the lines on the palm of my hand

Wondering where the story went astray

Watching the midnight blue

fade to gray

Sometimes the silence is a heavy weight (hmmm)

Standing alone

at the garden gate

And the embers grow cold in the grate

(ohhh) We both knew

that we'd stay up too late

Trying to mend

what was already gone

Left in the dark,

waiting for the dawn

Waiting for the dawn... (hmmmm)