Eight Candles

Eight candles On a plain afternoon On a cold windowsill looking out At December Where they're waiting Waiting for the sun to give up Till the passions of red are below the horizon All at once They're a-light and the window's aglow Teasing shadows with nowhere to go So they watch at the curtain with you Eight candles Eight candles Watch us holding our hands See us moving our lips in a chorus of silence And they burn on They're alive and the window's aglow Teasing shadows with nowhere to go So they watch at the curtain With you Eight candles Disappearing for good And your eyes lose the light till it comes back tomorrow Eight more candles Till the shadows have reached the horizon Eight candles Eight more candles Eight more candles Eight more candles