Throes Blow Out The Candle
When you told me yesterday that you had gone away, I
looked you in the eye and asked, "Where have you gone?"
I can still touch your face, I can still hold your hand,
I can walk beside you on the sidewalk,
You looked away 'cause I tried to touch you,
You turned away 'cause I tried to touch you on the
sidewalk.
When I asked you where you'd gone, your words bit like
fire,
This thing I despise; this thing comes from a liar.
It's not my crime; I care if my friend falls,
Blow out the candle so I won't have to look at this thing
at all,
If I despise you, how can I love you?
If I don't love you, how can I help you look at this
thing at all?
It's not my crime; I care if my friend falls,
Blow out the candle so I won't have to look at this thing
at all,
If I despise you, how can I love you?
If I don't love you, how can I help you look at this
thing at all?
