Let the candles burn
Let us slow dance in the dark
No soul canl know
Get burned in the fire.
The tide will turn
There's a spark in the water,
melting snow and breathing desire...
Brake the chains of embarrassment.
...Search no more...
Close the door behind us,
silence the world...
This is the moment
Whispers in the air...
Impulses flow...
The candles...
Let them burn... until they go out...
And I'll light new ones... or not...
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