Black Candles
The lights are out but I’m not afraid
What’s with that, what’s with that
I remember a time when…
The lights were out and I was so afraid
I miss that, I miss that
We’ve grown like fathers, an age under the bed
Not a care for the wicked or the wrong
Less a tear, just a place on our own
I hope they never find you, this place is not for you
The math is backwards words that will perplex
But the saying as it goes is often kept
For reasons we would like to rhyme, and rhymes we’d like to sing
But that as they say, ain’t why we’re here
Don’t light your candles for the dead
It’s us they cry for, it’s us they left
Your broken heart is like a prize
Your broken heart lets you know that you’re alive
So light your candles if you dare
A stiff tradition for a devil don’t care
Don’t light your candles for the dead
It’s us they cry for, it’s us they left
Your broken heart is like a prize
Your broken heart lets you know that you’re alive
That is some fucking brilliant words. My dad died a few days before Christmas and this went around in my head alot through the following weeks. Beautifully sad and awfuly pretty.
Love the first two lines too.
dAn. x
I meant the…
The lights are out but I’m not afraid
What’s with that, what’s with that
I remember a time when…
The lights were out and I was so afraid
I miss that, I miss that
I remember when I was a kid I used to run home from my friends houses as my imagination used to run wild in the dark. Now I stroll along, calm and wishing I had the manic buzz of irrational fear and adrenalin overdoses.