I was hoping, could you be my inspiration
Whatever should become in the candlelight
I was dreaming, was it my imagination
Tomorrow never comes in the candlelight
When the night\'s on fire
Do you need love\'s arms to hold you
It\'s a flame there burns no finer
When you see one bird
There\'s another watching over
And the two can fly much higher
I was listening, to the wind that walks the hours
I never would have heard in the candlelight
I was hoping, would you shelter me from showers
I believe every word in the candlelight
When the night\'s on fire
And you burn like a flame that\'s burning in the rain
Do you need somewhere to turn
When you see one bird
It\'s the two that fly higher
And a second in heaven\'s worth whole life\'s
Trouble and trial
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