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An evil kind of sorrow
makes me wait until tomorrow
for what I really want today.
The sadness in the picture
makes it look much richer
than what I wanted it to say.

A candle on the mantlepiece
It's evidence to show
The kind of things I like to see
You can take it as a warning
to keep the fire burning
when the singer goes away with me

There has to be a river,
I saw it in a dream,
I know exactly where I'm going,
I know exactly where I've been

A whisper in the open breeze
I like the clouds, you love the trees
Candelabra, wait for me.
This is not an easy way
To do the things you have to say:
"I love you, will you stay with me?"