Eight Candles

Eight candles
On a plain afternoon
On a cold windowsill looking out
At December

Where they're waiting
Waiting for the sun to give up
Till the passions of red are below the horizon
All at once

They're a-light and the window's aglow
Teasing shadows with nowhere to go
So they watch at the curtain with you
Eight candles

Eight candles
Watch us holding our hands
See us moving our lips in a chorus of silence
And they burn on

They're alive and the window's aglow
Teasing shadows with nowhere to go
So they watch at the curtain
With you

Eight candles
Disappearing for good
And your eyes lose the light till it comes back tomorrow
Eight more candles
Till the shadows have reached the horizon

Eight candles
Eight more candles
Eight more candles
Eight more candles