I feel sad when I see a candle that has never worn a flame
Dusty and cold, its sits there as I gaze through the ***** window frame
Sitting on a window sill, in a house just down the road
I'm not really sure why it should affect me so
What a curious reflection
My baby and I travelled on the bus, just the other day
Looking for a gentle adventure, a happy little get away
My baby started crying and I tried so hard to calm her sweet self down
When the woman sitting nearby us, threw us an angry and bitter frown
What an ugly reflection
I tried so hard to see her in a loving and light filled space
Though I'm sorely tired with some people, that fail to run fair in this human race
But she's just a candle that has never ever ever worn her flame
Dusty and cold she sits there gazing through the ***** window pane
Pain, Pain, Pain
What a sad reflection
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 2:20 PM UTC
I feel sad when I see a candle that has never worn a flame
Dusty and cold, its sits there as I gaze through the ***** window frame
Sitting on a window sill, in a house just down the road
I'm not really sure why it should affect me so
What a curious reflection
My baby and I travelled on the bus, just the other day
Looking for a gentle adventure, a happy little get away
My baby started crying and I tried so hard to calm her sweet self down
When the woman sitting nearby us, threw us an angry and bitter frown
What an ugly reflection
I tried so hard to see her in a loving and light filled space
Though I'm sorely tired with some people, that fail to run fair in this human race
But she's just a candle that has never ever ever worn her flame
Dusty and cold she sits there gazing through the ***** window pane
Pain, Pain, Pain
What a sad reflection
probably works better in the song than on paper really....