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When a candle burns away
When the hands of a clock stop ticking
When you lose the ground under your feet
When you are going down
Underground
What’s this pale light?
And why am I a mere shadow?
Is it love that lies beyond the world that I created for myself?
Is our future ours to tell?
When a candle burns away
When the hands of a clock stop ticking
When you lose the ground under your feet
When you are going down
Underground
Then, who would you be?
And is that a crown on your hair?
In my days I have seen paradise I have seen hell, but now I am here
Out of pain and out of fear
I have been light and I have been dark
I have been wounded, I have been healed
I have been right and I have been wrong (so wrong)
I have been captive, but now I’m free!
What’s this pale light?
And why am I a mere shadow?
Is it love that lies beyond the world that I created for myself?
Is our future ours to tell?