Song | Candlelight |
Artist | Jack Bruce |
Album | Silver Rails |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
We suffer so much pain under the sundown’s evening wing | |
It’s either feeling death straight ahead or sunshine peeling our skin | |
It’s either warm or cold - | |
That dusty death and the sunshine’s soft peeling | |
CHORUS | |
My love - where are you? | |
Why have you left me at the bottom of the hill - | |
My love why are you | |
where you can’t get me anymore - | |
The sunshine peels your skin | |
The dance of death is on its way | |
I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
It’s either falling down that cliff or gliding on the eagle’s wing | |
It’s either living in a spaceship or a submarine | |
Or sunshine peeling our skin | |
I’m either warm or cold | |
That sting of death denying | |
CHORUS | |
O help us sunshine | |
O help us sunshine |
I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
We suffer so much pain under the sundown' s evening wing | |
It' s either feeling death straight ahead or sunshine peeling our skin | |
It' s either warm or cold | |
That dusty death and the sunshine' s soft peeling | |
CHORUS | |
My love where are you? | |
Why have you left me at the bottom of the hill | |
My love why are you | |
where you can' t get me anymore | |
The sunshine peels your skin | |
The dance of death is on its way | |
I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
It' s either falling down that cliff or gliding on the eagle' s wing | |
It' s either living in a spaceship or a submarine | |
Or sunshine peeling our skin | |
I' m either warm or cold | |
That sting of death denying | |
CHORUS | |
O help us sunshine | |
O help us sunshine |
I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
We suffer so much pain under the sundown' s evening wing | |
It' s either feeling death straight ahead or sunshine peeling our skin | |
It' s either warm or cold | |
That dusty death and the sunshine' s soft peeling | |
CHORUS | |
My love where are you? | |
Why have you left me at the bottom of the hill | |
My love why are you | |
where you can' t get me anymore | |
The sunshine peels your skin | |
The dance of death is on its way | |
I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine | |
It' s either falling down that cliff or gliding on the eagle' s wing | |
It' s either living in a spaceship or a submarine | |
Or sunshine peeling our skin | |
I' m either warm or cold | |
That sting of death denying | |
CHORUS | |
O help us sunshine | |
O help us sunshine |