Her Imagination

She slips in and out of her dull imagination

That floats around the twilight of her tomb

Clutching her little treasures

That represent a happy moment

Displayed with sad affection in her room

But this life is a prison

And it hurts to hear the children laughing

While they live their pretty little dreams

And frozen all the while

Is a tearful bitter smile

Nothings really what it seems

Nothings really what it seems

Nothings really what it seems

Like a silver little fool

You were standing at the alter

In the tides by the candles

As they burn

Pressed against the mirror

Playing all your favourite film stars

Ready for the camera

That would never, never turn

Push aside the curtain

Of your tiny garret window

And glare out on the narrow little world

You were in your wedding dress

Great expectations more or less

Playing with your dolls like any ordinary

Little girl

Candle light

Candle bright

Won't you light my way tonight

Candle light

Candle bright

Won't you light my way tonight

Now it's the futile bitter feelings

That clutch you in the middle

You were never really given a chance

And the spite that jabs your mind

Hides a heart thats really warm and kind

And the pulse that races with

Each other inquisitive glance

You were always the outsider

And they set you up a childhood

To be just another cuddly toy

And the whisper in the street

When the street corner gossips meet

The woman on the fourth floor

He was such a happy boy

The woman on the fourth floor

He was such a happy boy

The woman on the fourth floor

He was such a happy boy

The woman on the fourth floor

He was such a happy boy

Candle light

Candle bright

Won't you light my way tonight

Candle light

Candle bright

Won't you light my way tonight

Candle light

Candle bright

Won't you light my way tonight