Eight candles on a blank afternoon

On a cold window sill looking out at December

Where they're waiting

Waiting for the sun to give up

To the passions of red up above the horizon

All at once

They're alive and the window's aglow

Teasing shadows with nowhere to go

So we watch through the curtain with you

Eight candles

Eight Candles

Watch us open our hands

See us moving our lips in a chorus of silence and they glimmer

They're alive and the window's aglow

Chasing shadows with nowhere to go

So we watch through the curtain with you

Eight candles, disappearing for good

And our eyes lose the light till it comes back tomorrow

Eight more candles

'Til the shadows have reached the horizon

Eight candles

Eight more candles

Eight more candles

Eight more candles