You struck a match behind the glass
I watched my hands remember heat
I didn’t ask you for a rescue
You didn’t offer me one cheap

I came in with my coat half-on
Dust on my boots, jaw locked tight
You left the lamp low on the counter
Like you knew I’d hate the bright
I said, don’t start with silver answers
Don’t tell me time knows what to do
You slid a chair out with your foot
And said, then sit here till it moves

I’ve been cold so long
I called it control
You didn’t call me wrong
You just gave the dark a glow

I’m standing in borrowed firelight
Taking what I can’t make
If my hands won’t hold the morning
Let them hold this little flame
I’m not fixed and I’m not fearless
But I’m not gone tonight
I can make it one more mile
In borrowed firelight

You didn’t dress the hurt up pretty
Didn’t try to turn it gold
You let the bad part keep its edges
Let the whole hard truth stay cold
Then your laugh hit low and crooked
Like a matchbox on the floor
And something in my chest leaned forward
Like it knew that sound before

I’ve been proud so long
I forgot how to need
You didn’t make it soft
You made room for me

I’m standing in borrowed firelight
Taking what I can’t make
If my hands won’t hold the morning
Let them hold this little flame
I’m not fixed and I’m not fearless
But I’m not gone tonight
I can make it one more mile
In borrowed firelight

Maybe hope ain’t a sunrise
Maybe hope ain’t clean
Maybe it’s a low flame burning
Where the hurt can still be seen
Maybe strength is just admitting
I can’t strike it every time
So I’ll take what you can spare me
Till the spark starts answering mine

I’m standing in borrowed firelight
Taking what I can’t make
If my hands won’t hold the morning
Let them hold this little flame
I’m not fixed and I’m not fearless
But I’m not gone tonight
I can make it one more mile
In borrowed firelight

I’m moving in borrowed firelight
Not healed, but on my way
There’s a little heat in both my palms
That wasn’t there yesterday
I won’t call it being saved
I won’t call it shining bright
But I can make it one more mile
In borrowed firelight

You left the lamp low
I left my coat behind
Not much of a miracle
But enough to buy some time