Lyrics
There, a small chair in the dust
On its side with splintered legs
Cracks in a mirror
Across from old portraits
There, a table that I carved into
Secret note below laid to bare
I believed what was written -
"I am invisible"
Light the candle in the middle of the room
Light the candle in the middle of the room
Burn your bridges to a past that has been lost
Light the candle in the middle of the room
The shadows in the room have grown taller
I've been here too long
Blinded by greed for a past I don't own -
Crater in the carpet
Where I once dropped the match
I speak to shadows, my shadow, myself
Longing for this room
To be crowded again
How can I feel what is gone?
Can I be replaced with love?
Kiss away my wooden bones
I am a pilgrim
And oh, I am lost
The past that I loved
Has been molded and mossed
A ghost in the window
A ghost on the lawn
And oh, how I miss it
When certainty won
Arms of the earth lay bare on the ground
Through broken windows, the cicadas sound
Light the candle in the middle of the room
Burn, burn your bridges to a past that has been lost
On a bed made out of broken matchsticks and moss
Light the candle in the middle of the room
