I lit the candle,
my mind is hard to handle.
I feel your gentle touch,
I know I ain't much.
Your hair is dancing in the light breeze,
the candle begins to freeze.
As soon as the fire went out,
I also snapped from doubt.
My dreams were alive like a summer hive.
I am standing in my own shadow,
listening to the whisper of the wind.
Waiting for the arising sun,
holding my gun.
The trigger is near,
I sense fear,
but the bullet is already here.