We turned the lights down low so we could catch the spark
One last flash of passion, one less Joan of Arc
I made my prayer to madness: 'Lord, keep these dying embers cold'
And we scattered both our ashes on the shores of growing old
Do you ever reach for something that you would never want to touch?
Do you light yourself a candle and pray not to burn so much?
Do you catch yourself rehearsing all the words that you would never use
And scream them all into the faces from last week's news?
Now you ask this ghost of me to say the things he used to say
I guess he never told you how I hate to love that way
How I made myself for you like some wishful wooden toy
Who learned not even love could make him a real boy
Do you ever reach for something that you would never want to touch?
Do you light yourself a candle and pray not to burn so much?
Do you catch yourself rehearsing all the words that you would never use
And scream them all into the faces from last week's news?
Like the twinkling of a star, love is always from afar
Where it shines its ancient sorrow, it shines its ancient sorrow
Reaching out across the years from our darkest childhood fears
And then disappears tomorrow, and then disappears tomorrow
Do you ever reach for something that you would never want to touch?
Do you light yourself a candle and pray not to burn so much?
Do you catch yourself rehearsing all the words that you would never use
And scream them all into the faces from last week's news?