Stone walls guarding

These generations

Bound in circumstance

Blood relations

 

Who will light a candle?

Memories are fading

Messengers are waiting

At my door

 

Curtains hiding

Love’s sweet confusions

All God’s property

Fears of [bad word] 
 

Who will light a candle?

Maybe I was sleeping

Messengers are waiting

At my door

 

For me now there’s no love left inside of me

 

All creation washed out to sea

All my [bad word] to me

Over and over and over again

 

Pride and passion

Both shall inflame us

Till oblivion [bad word] hence to claim us

 

Who will light a candle?

Who can tell the story?

Messengers are waiting

At my door