John Wetton Who Will Light A Candle
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 intrusion
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 nightmares come to me
Over and over and over again
Pride and passion
Both shall inflame us
Till oblivion
Comes hence to claim us
Who will light a candle?
Who can tell the story?
Messengers are waiting
At my door
