Track 7 of the album Tin Kettle Hours · 2017
Candle Ends
by Wren Hallett
“There's a drawer in the pantry where the candle ends live, and I only open it when the power cuts out. This one is very quiet, quieter than I meant.”
indie folk · cassette folk · hushed folk · 5:00
Lyrics
There's a drawer in the pantry I never open Except when the power goes out A tangle of candle ends, stubs and wicks And a box with the matches in doubt Each one has a story of somebody's table A birthday, a storm, a long night I light the least burned and I set it down slowly And the kitchen turns amber and bright Candle ends, candle ends Small flames that were left for a friend There's more light in a stub than you'd think When the evening is ready to bend Nothing is wasted that glows Even the little that's left Candle ends, candle ends Warm as the best of what's spent The tall white one burned for my sister's birthday The blue one for the winter we moved This green one was lit for a quiet supper When there was just me and my food I used to think saving them meant for something A day that was worthy of fire But the evening is worthy, the kettle, the hush And a chair pulled up close to the wire Candle ends, candle ends Small flames that were left for a friend There's more light in a stub than you'd think When the evening is ready to bend Nothing is wasted that glows Even the little that's left Candle ends, candle ends Warm as the best of what's spent I won't wait for the guests to arrive Or the perfect occasion to shine The ordinary Tuesday will do If the shadows are gentle and kind Let the wax run down in its own good time Let it pool in the dish like a lake All that is left can be lit tonight For its own and its own quiet sake Now the window is dark and the rain's on the glass And the wick leans over and sighs I'll read by this flicker till it gutters out With the soft little smoke as it dies Then there'll be one more stub for the drawer One more small bit of the day And I'll know where to find it in the dark When the lights have all gone away Candle ends, candle ends Small flames that were left for a friend There's more light in a stub than you'd think When the evening is ready to bend Nothing is wasted that glows Even the little that's left Candle ends, candle ends Warm as the best of what's spent Warm as the best of what's spent Warm as the best of what's spent