Old Flame - The Church

Naomi will not be consoled by your blues

She calls down the crows then she pulls on her shoes

Out into the empty street she walks

Past the little piles of smoldering leaves

Beware

An old flame is still burning there

Don’t stare

Shadows in the smoke whispering everywhere

Everywhere

Anywhere is nowhere when you don’t care

So beware

An old flame is still burning there