[Intro: Flute] . [Verse 1] We are the low lanterns, the ones who hold their light beneath the ledge Who cup a fragile, flickering orange Against the coming of the edge [Verse 2] Not for us the brilliant, blinding spire, the beacon on the windy hill We keep a more domestic fire A smaller promise to fulfill [Instrumental: Flute] . [Verse 3] We glow for footsteps in the moss, for quiet words that need no sound For all that otherwise is lost on cold and unfamiliar ground [Verse 4] We mark the path that twists and turns, the root that waits to catch the toe The quiet place where the heart yearns for a softer, kinder, gentler glow [Outro] And when the greater lights have blown like torches in a gale And died, it is our steady, humble tone that waits for you, here, inside [Flute: Fade Out] .
