Candles

In mornings you wander through meadows and streets
And reread the letters with lines on your cheeks
But fallen melodies spin around your head
Wishing and calling where the willows have wept

And, oh, I'll hold on to things that you've said

There's glimmers of hope, our candle's not spent
And I'll call out the pain that's crowding our veins
I can't scream enough when I can't hear your name

But there's cool wind moving for you
You lie awake with dust on the moon
A thousand words, a hundred goodbyes
I'll paint your light until the colors of dye with you

And I've come to meet you, our stillness is thin
The smell of your linen and the touch of your skin
Took what I never knew I never could replace
Take me and hold me and never let me go

'Cause, oh, I'll hold on to things that you've said
There's glimmers of hope, our candle's not spent
And I'll call out the pain that's crowding our veins
I can't scream enough when I can't hear your name

But there's cool wind moving you
You lie awake with dust on the moon
A thousand words
A hundred goodbyes
I'll paint your light until the colors of dye with you

Oh, I'll hold on to things that you've said
There's glimmers of hope, our candle's not spent
And I'll call out the pain that's crowding our veins
I can't scream enough when I can't hear your name