Cinder Smoke

Cinder smoke drifting in the cold Stories that the evening never told Turn the amp up to a gentle hum Waiting for the quiet sound to come Oh, breathe it in before the embers fade All the promises we never made Let the echo fill the empty space Leaving nothing that we can't replace Iron kettle singing on the floor Shadow stretching to the cellar door Close your eyes and let the river run Resting easy till the rising sun