Cyanie Spark doesn’t do “forever.” On this track, she treats hope like a cheap lighter—unreliable, flickery, but the only thing keeping the frost off the windows. It’s a slow-burn lounge number that trades grand promises for a few seconds of heat.
The Temporary Reprieve
The lyrics lean heavily into the philosophy of the “flicker.” Cyanie isn’t asking for a sunrise; she’s seen enough “light” to know it usually comes with a blast wave or a fire. Instead, she focuses on the immediate physical contact of warming hands. It’s a song for the exhausted, those who have “burned through the night” and realize that a temporary spark is often more honest than a permanent flame.
The Human Heat
Cyanie’s vocal delivery here is pure honey-over-gravel. She captures that specific wasteland exhaustion where even “kindling a fire” feels like too much work. The song suggests that in a “half-broken arc,” the mere presence of another person is the only currency that hasn’t devalued. It’s not about love; it’s about endurance through a shared, fleeting warmth.
SPARE ME A SPARK
by: Cyanie Spark
I don’t need a sunrise I’ve seen too much light
Blown through the glass and burned through the night
Don’t offer me promise don’t whisper a vow
Just warm up my hands like you mean it for now
Spare me a spark I don’t need the flame
Don’t say forever don’t ask my name
Just flicker and fade like a stove in the dark
I won’t call it love just spare me a spark
Your coat smells like coal smoke and somewhere to sleep
You smile like a thief who’s learned not to keep
Your touch isn’t gentle but it ain’t cruel
And right now that’s better than hope or rules
Spare me a spark I don’t need the flame
Don’t say tomorrow don’t play that game
Just heat up the room like a half broken arc
I don’t want the sun just spare me a spark
The world’s gone quiet and the clocks run thin
We ain’t got much left but we still got skin
And if it’s just ashes then light ’em friend
A little warmth before the end
Spare me a spark don’t kindle the fire
Don’t light a dream you can’t lift any higher
Just sit with me close ’til the sky goes dark
And I’ll call it enough if you spare me a spark