the candle kept burning through the long and lonely night
i woke this morning to find the flame dancing,
scattering it's brilliant warmth and light
if i could be your candle
would you be there to let me burn
minutes tick by and this morning passed
like a midnight vaguely disguised
but there's nothing to worry about, i tell myself,
though i can't define the trouble i saw in your eyes
if i could be your candle
would you be there to let me burn
