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