Some call her strange lady from the mountains
And others say she’s not really real…
Like a candle burns bright, it wants to burn faster
But maybe then at least she really feels…
Burning like the candle…
In the middle…

She’s lonely, lost, she’s disconnected
She finds [bad word] in her surroundings
Beautiful, insecure, she has nothing
She moves from situation to situation like a ghost
Then she sees him… candle burning…

Strange, [bad word] with the one she can’t keep up with
Ooh, it’s so strange
He slows down, so desperate to stop her
Meet her in the middle…
They [bad word] from the one who hunts them
They drop to the forest floor… frozen
They drop to the forest floor… frozen

He loves her, but he needs his life alone as well
But does he know the road or the reasons why
If he leaves her, he’ll be losing the chance to stay alive
But the candle burns bright, then the candle dies
Burning from the middle… just like a candle

Strange, [bad word] with the one she can’t keep up with
Ooh, it’s so strange
He slows down, so desperate to stop her
They meet in the middle
They [bad word] from the one who hunts them
They drop to the forest floor… frozen
They drop to the forest floor… frozen

Strange, she’s laying on the floor in silent pain
Strange, he sat in the chair for months just staring
Strange, she knows too much to walk away
Strange, she couldn’t do it any way
Strange, she’s laying on the floor in silent pain
Strange, he sat in the chair for months just staring
Strange, she knows too much to walk away
Strange, she couldn’t do it any way…

He slows down, he slows down…
He slows down, she couldn’t do it…
She couldn’t do it…