When a candle burns away When the hands of a clock stop ticking When you lose the ground under your feet When you are going down Underground
What's this pale light? And why am I a mere shadow? Is it love that lies beyond The world that I created for myself? Is our future ours to tell?
When a candle burns away When the hands of a clock stop ticking When you lose the ground under your feet When you are going down Underground
Then, who would you be? And is that a crown on your hair? In my days I have seen paradise I have seen hell, but now I am here Out of pain and out of fear
I have been light and I have been dark I have been wounded, I have been healed I have been right and I have been wrong (so wrong) I have been captive, but now I'm free!
What is this pale light? And why am I a mere shadow? In my days I have seen paradise I have seen hell, but now I am here Out of pain and out of fear...