Cinders and Flames
She came with no return address
Cinders in her hair
And a basketful of loneliness
But the flame was always there
The flame was always there
Tillandsia breaths nothingness
Still searches for the sun
And a soul raised on promises
Still searches for the one
Still searching for the one
We're still searching for the one, for the one
The days grow long the air grows still
And yet she remains
In a sacred garden that she tills
With cinders and with flames
With cinders and with flames