Candlelight

I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine
We suffer so much pain under the sundown’s evening wing
It’s either feeling death straight ahead or sunshine peeling our skin
It’s either warm or cold —
That dusty death and the sunshine’s soft peeling
My love — where are you?
Why have you left me at the bottom of the hill —
My love why are you
Where you can’t get me anymore —
The sunshine peels your skin
The dance of death is on its way
I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine
It’s either falling down that cliff or gliding on the eagle’s wing
It’s either living in a spaceship or a submarine
Or sunshine peeling our skin
I’m either warm or cold
That sting of death denying
O help us sunshine
O help us sunshine