• my candles aren't pretty after they're burnt
    my crystal ball must be broken or cursed
    it's just glitter and plastic, i've never seen worse
    but i know i saw you first

    i pretended to smoke
    we took long strolls
    i showed you the hollow
    where things always move slow

    then you touched my hands
    in the dark of the van
    said they were soft
    i wish you'd hold them again

    but you said
    there's lots of ways to love
    no there's never only one
    and i just can't see a future where we
    could dance and kiss and run

    i lit a bit of incense one night
    you told me it smelled awfully nice
    i knew i liked you then
    between my walls all orange and red
    with five or six pillows under our heads
    and nothing to be said

    every burrow and branch
    we would break and re-mend
    before the light of day would fall and end
    the sun rolled over the green green land
    i knew i loved you then

    but you said
    there's a lot of ways to love
    no there's never only one
    and i'll never see a future where we
    can dance and kiss and run

    now i light candles and watch them burn
    i wait and wait and wait my turn
    my crystal ball's all dim and blurred
    but i know i saw you first