A Series of Small Flames Songtext
von Land of Talk

East out on the knockout
Marked my better place
Two came down from Sutter
Cold, unsteady

I′m tuned, tuned to an old flame
Tuned, tuned to an old flame

Hanging from the high beams
Brush her back by God
Tender by the one's tongue
Was the other

I′m tuned, tuned to a new flame
Tuned, tuned to a new flame

And above us
It wasn't like a calling
More a calm sea
You would love us
A colorless landlight
Then it snowed


Hold up with the hollowed
Lost my better place
One would bend for room for one
The other wouldn't
Darkened mind of winter
Wasted in the water
I′ll come back through Sutter
Cold, but ready

I′m tuned, tuned to my own flame
Tuned, tuned to my own flame

And above us
It wasn't like a calling
More a calm sea
You would love us
A colorless landlight
Then it snowed
And above us
It wasn′t like a calling
More a calm sea
You would love us
A colorless landlight
Then it snowed

Did you feel that light burning back to black?
Did you feel that light burning back to black?