As The Flame Burns Down

Down down down down

The wicked candle burns to the ground

Down down down down

The wicked candle burns

The body is stone

but the soul is made of cloud

And it has no home but to cry out loud

We run and we run

Try to cover lots of ground

But in the end

Down down

Down down down down

Burns the cigarette to your mouth

It felt like something coming

But it never came around

And all the while

Down down

The bottles are all empty

And the moon is still

Above the folks that sell the weapons and the folks that kill

Are you a coward or a convict?

Is it hard to tell?

Both the lonesome and the restless are sleeping well