Candles by Beth Orton Lyrics
She’ll blow them stars out just like candles
She’ll conduct the clouds to move at certain angles
Won’t let the struggle get you down, down, down
Don’t let them horses pull you over ground
You ain’t never far from the morning light
It will get to you if you just hold tight till the morning light
Though you’ve been cold right through
To the bone, bone, bone
It’s always safe and warm back home
Sun don’t shine but it is there
Don’t see the wind but it moves your hair
Morning comes, what’s done is done
You just found another way to cry
Sun don’t shine but it is there
Don’t see the wind but it moves your hair
Morning comes, what’s done is done
You just found another way to cry, to cry, to cry
I’ll blow that moon out just like a candle
I’ll conduct the spheres to move at certain angles
I heard if you forget yourself
That’s when you meet yourself
Won’t let the struggle bring me down, down, down
Won’t let it force me underground
Sun don’t shine but it is there
Don’t see the wind but it moves my hair
Morning comes, what’s done is doe
I just found another way to cry, to cry, to cry
She’ll conduct the clouds to move at certain angles
Won’t let the struggle get you down, down, down
Don’t let them horses pull you over ground
You ain’t never far from the morning light
It will get to you if you just hold tight till the morning light
Though you’ve been cold right through
To the bone, bone, bone
It’s always safe and warm back home
Sun don’t shine but it is there
Don’t see the wind but it moves your hair
Morning comes, what’s done is done
You just found another way to cry
Sun don’t shine but it is there
Don’t see the wind but it moves your hair
Morning comes, what’s done is done
You just found another way to cry, to cry, to cry
I’ll blow that moon out just like a candle
I’ll conduct the spheres to move at certain angles
I heard if you forget yourself
That’s when you meet yourself
Won’t let the struggle bring me down, down, down
Won’t let it force me underground
Sun don’t shine but it is there
Don’t see the wind but it moves my hair
Morning comes, what’s done is doe
I just found another way to cry, to cry, to cry