Your moonlit candle sadly stands,
Dripping wax is waning
The pedestal on which it lands
Can feel the heat of ever-pressing
Flame on its pristine surface
I've seen some good ones fall and
I just hope you're not the same.
Death's shadow is creeping closer,
I'm scared, but not that you relate.
You don't relate.
Dripping wax is waning
The pedestal on which it lands
Can feel the heat of ever-pressing
Flame on its pristine surface
I've seen some good ones fall and
I just hope you're not the same.
Death's shadow is creeping closer,
I'm scared, but not that you relate.
You don't relate.